Chapter 181

A sly smirk curled Evelyn's lips as she heard about Gregory Sinclair's visit to Marcus Donovan. A flicker of mockery danced in her piercing gaze.

Did the Sinclair family truly believe they could manipulate Marcus just by dropping her name? How utterly laughable!

Did they expect her to repay their cruelty with kindness?

But Evelyn was no saint. She never forgot how they had treated her—and she certainly wasn't about to help them now.

She remembered every kindness shown to her. And her enemies? Oh, she remembered them even more vividly.

That evening, the dinner was filled with warmth and laughter.

Afterward, Evelyn strolled through the estate gardens with Olivia, the cool night air brushing against their skin. Then, her phone buzzed—a message notification.

Glancing at the screen, she saw it was from Alexander Prescott.

"Meet me at the Midnight Lounge. We need to talk."

Her fingers flew across the screen. "About what?"

"Just get here. You’ll see. Hurry."

"Fine," she replied.

Tucking her phone away, Olivia tilted her head. "Everything alright?"

"Just a friend who needs to speak with me at the club," Evelyn answered.

"Then you should go. Don’t worry about me."

Evelyn shook her head with a soft smile. "No rush. Let’s finish our walk first."

Olivia simply nodded, accepting her decision.

Once they returned to the mansion, Evelyn grabbed her clutch and headed out.

The Midnight Lounge was dimly lit, its atmosphere thick with the hum of hushed conversations and clinking glasses. Pushing open the door to the private room, she found Alexander lining up a shot at the pool table, entirely absorbed in his game.

Noticing her arrival, he smirked and extended a cue stick. "Care to join?"

Evelyn set her bag aside and took the cue, positioning herself for the next shot. With a sharp crack, the ball sank cleanly into the pocket.

"Impressive," Alexander remarked, clapping lightly.

She leaned over for another attempt, but this time, the ball veered off course.

Alexander stepped forward, lining up his own shot. As he took aim, he said casually, "Had lunch with Nathan today."

Evelyn's fingers tightened around the cue, but she remained silent, her expression unreadable.