Chapter 90

Evelyn clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

So Ethan hadn't needed her help bathing last night at all.

He had been toying with her!

Colin noticed her stormy expression and asked cautiously, "Ms. Sullivan, is there something wrong with Mr. Sullivan?"

"Nothing."

She turned and walked away, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

Inside the villa, Ethan's sharp features looked even more severe in the morning light.

"What did she ask you?"

Colin answered truthfully, "Ms. Sullivan inquired about your usual bathing routine."

Ethan's gaze darkened.

"And what did you say?"

"I told her you always bathe yourself..."

The air instantly turned icy.

Colin belatedly realized his mistake, cold sweat drenching his back.

"From now on," Ethan said coldly, "the answer to any question about me is 'I don't know.'"

"Yes, sir."

Ethan rubbed his temples.

This was going to be troublesome.

In her office, Evelyn slammed a file onto her desk.

Tyler walked in just as her dark expression came into view.

"Ms. Sullivan, this contract requires your review."

She flipped through it quickly, marking over a dozen glaring errors with red ink.

"Mr. Laurier," she said with a cold smile, "are you trying to send MY Fashion Group to prison?"

Tyler's face paled.

The contract was a trap set by Vincent. After being publicly humiliated by Evelyn, Vincent had sworn revenge.

"Ms. Sullivan!" Tyler forced composure. "This was just an oversight!"

Evelyn tapped her fingers lightly on the desk.

"Remember who gave you your shares?"

Beads of sweat formed on Tyler's forehead.

"But I've contributed to the company!"

"Indeed," Evelyn smiled. "That's why I'm giving you a graceful exit—resign from the board within three days."

"Over my dead body!"

Tyler slammed his hands on the desk and stood.

Unfazed, Evelyn pressed the intercom.

"Security, escort him out."

When silence returned to the office, Evelyn gazed out the window.

This wasn't over between her and Ethan.