Chapter 184

"Evelyn, look!" Sophia Reynolds yanked open the curtains and pointed toward the villa's entrance. "Isn't that Ethan Sullivan's secretary?"

Evelyn Sullivan walked to the window. In the morning light, Colin Keller stood out clearly, pacing back and forth with an exquisite food box in hand.

"He's been there for almost two hours," Sophia whispered. "Should we call the police?"

Evelyn smirked and headed downstairs. When she pushed open the front door, Colin immediately approached her.

"Miss Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan sent this especially for you." He handed her the box, its surface embossed with the gilded logo of "Rong's Kitchen."

Evelyn stared at the familiar emblem. Three years ago, she had waited in line for three hours just to buy their crab roe buns.

"Take it back," she said coldly. "Tell Ethan to stop wasting his time on meaningless gestures."

Colin hesitated. "But—"

"What?" Evelyn arched a brow. "Do I need to go to Sullivan Group myself?"

Before Colin could respond, a white BMW screeched to a halt by the curb. The door swung open, and Victoria Farley stormed over in her stilettos.

"Evelyn!" She grabbed Evelyn's wrist. "I came to apologize!"

Evelyn shook her off, her gaze flickering to Isabella Jackson hiding by the car. What game were these two playing now?

"Mrs. Farley, we have no ties left," she said, turning to leave.

Victoria blocked her path. "How can you be so heartless? I'm your mother!"

Evelyn laughed. "Wasn't it you who publicly disowned me at that press conference?"

Victoria's face turned ashen. Isabella rushed forward, linking arms with her. "Sis, Mom really means it this time..."

"Save it." Evelyn pulled open her car door and addressed Colin. "I'll be at Sullivan Group by noon."

The engine roared to life, drowning out Victoria's curses. Colin stood awkwardly as Isabella gave him a pitiful look.

"Colin, about Ethan—"

"Miss Jackson," he took a step back, "I'm not at liberty to discuss the CEO's affairs."

Back in the car, Victoria trembled with rage.

"That ungrateful wretch!" She slammed her fist against the seat. "I should've—"

"Mom!" Isabella cut her off. "What's the point of saying that now?"

Victoria suddenly seized her daughter's hand. "Isabella, Ethan clearly likes you. Why is he helping that bitch?"

Isabella turned away, her nails digging into her palms.

The midday sun scorched the Sullivan Group building. Evelyn stood in the elevator, watching the numbers climb. It was time to end this farce.