Chapter 263

Evelyn Sullivan dealt with the troublemakers swiftly and decisively.

She compiled their dirty secrets and uploaded them online with detailed evidence. Within hours, their social media accounts were flooded with angry comments, and their employers issued termination notices.

Back in her familiar apartment, Evelyn exhaled deeply.

She tidied up efficiently, had a quick lunch, then headed straight to MY Fashion Group headquarters.

"Looks like Ethan took good care of you," Sophia Reynolds teased, eyeing her with amusement. "You're glowing."

Evelyn shot her a wry look.

Sophia had nearly rushed to the hospital after the bombing incident, only backing down when she learned Evelyn was recuperating at Ethan's villa. In Licheng, no place was safer than by Ethan Sullivan's side.

"We have business to discuss."

"My office."

Once seated, Sophia hesitated.

"Maybe... you should tell Ethan the truth about who you are?"

Evelyn arched a brow. "Why?"

"Brocade just stole three major clients from us. If this continues—"

"Business is war," Evelyn cut in. "Victory depends on skill."

Ethan owed her nothing now. Why would he sacrifice Brocade's interests for her?

Sophia lowered her gaze. "Understood."

"Anything else?"

"Ethan is meeting our core client tonight at seven." Sophia handed her a file. "If we lose this channel..."

Evelyn skimmed the document. "Book the private room next to theirs."

As soon as Sophia left, Simon Reynolds entered with the quarterly report.

"Evelyn, here's the supplier list for next season."

Evelyn crossed out several names. "Terminate these contracts."

Simon's face darkened. The scratched-out suppliers were his connections—each brought him seven-figure kickbacks annually.

"But these are long-term partners—"

"Charging 30% above market rate for average-quality goods." Evelyn met his gaze. "Surely you knew?"

Simon forced a smile. "They deliver on time—"

"The new suppliers offer 15% lower prices with stricter penalty clauses." Evelyn closed the file. "Redo it."

Exiting the office, Simon's eyes turned venomous.

If this brat wanted to play hardball, he'd show her no mercy.

As night fell, White Harbor Restaurant glittered under the lights.

"What's the plan?" Sophia asked, gripping the steering wheel.