Chapter 277

The simple gesture cut Dylan off mid-sentence, his words dying in his throat. He flinched, his eyes flickering under Nathan’s unrelenting stare.

Nathan didn’t look away, his gaze sharp as a blade, radiating an icy dominance that made the air thick with tension. His voice was low, dangerous. "Whatever happens between Evelyn and me is our business. Since when did it concern you?"

The coldness in his tone sent a visible shudder down Dylan’s spine.

"I—I was just trying to help Serena," Dylan stammered, scrambling for an excuse.

Nathan leaned back in his chair, silent for a beat, his expression unreadable. Then, with chilling calmness, he delivered the blow. "You’re removed from the East District project. Effective immediately."

Dylan’s face drained of color. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

"Nathan—" His voice cracked, betraying his panic.

Deep down, he knew. Nathan had discovered he was the one who sent those photos to Evelyn. He had expected anger—but not this. Not the complete annihilation of his involvement in the most crucial project the Reeves family had ever secured.

The East District deal was supposed to elevate their status in Owathe. The entire family had staked their future on it. And now, with a single sentence, Nathan had ripped it all away.

The realization hit him like a freight train. This wasn’t just about the project. It was about Evelyn.

Two photos. That was all it took for Nathan to react this violently.

She mattered to him. More than Dylan had ever realized.

"Nathan, please!" Desperation clawed at his throat. "I swear, I won’t ever interfere again! Just give me one more chance!"

Serena’s problems were the last thing on his mind now. If his father found out he’d lost the project because of this—

He didn’t even want to imagine the fallout.

Nathan’s expression didn’t waver. His voice was steel. "When have I ever reversed a decision? This is final."

Dylan’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white.

Nathan stood abruptly, his presence towering, his gaze glacial. "Consider this your last warning. If you cross this line again, don’t expect our friendship to save you."

Dylan swallowed hard, his mind racing. After a tense silence, he finally dared to voice the question burning in his chest.

"Nathan… you’ve fallen for Evelyn, haven’t you? You don’t want to divorce her anymore."

Nathan’s face remained impassive. He met Dylan’s gaze head-on, his reply cutting and final.

"That’s none of your concern." A dismissive tilt of his chin. "Get out."

Jaw clenched, Dylan turned on his heel and stormed out.

The moment he stepped out of Black Enterprises, the weight of his mistake crashed down on him.

Two photos. That was all it took to ruin everything.

His future. His family’s ambitions. All gone.

His steps were heavy as he walked away, his mind reeling.

How had things spiraled so far out of control?