Chapter 298

Yet at this moment... Evelyn could scarcely believe her eyes—was that truly Julian standing there?

She turned to glance at Giselle, whose face had darkened with barely contained fury. A sinking feeling settled in Evelyn's stomach—she knew trouble was brewing.

Giselle had a notorious reputation for ruthlessly eliminating any woman who dared to get too close to Julian.

Evelyn hesitated, then cautiously remarked, "Evelyn is practically family to Marcus and Olivia. They adore her like their own daughter."

Giselle scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "She's nothing more than a charity case they took pity on. Do you really think they'd risk their standing for her?"

Evelyn fell silent. It was clear that despite Evelyn's connection to the Donovans, Giselle wouldn't be deterred. Evelyn was on her own.

Nathan, too, watched the interaction between Evelyn and Julian with a stormy expression.

Theodore, intrigued, leaned closer. "How does Evelyn know the CEO of BergWind Group?"

Nathan's jaw tightened. "The CEO?"

"Yes," Theodore confirmed. "That's Julian Hawthorne. His company has been collaborating with my family's business recently."

BergWind Group was a powerhouse. Emerging from Chixdon, it had conquered the Owathe market in just five years, cementing its dominance.

"Evelyn and Julian seem... familiar," Theodore observed.

Nathan's voice was icy. "They're not. She once helped his aunt during a medical emergency. That's all."

Theodore's eyes lit up with recognition. "Ah, so she's the one from that viral news story? The heroic doctor?"

"Exactly," Nathan clipped.

Theodore chuckled. "Evelyn has transformed completely. Not just her looks—her entire aura is different. She used to orbit around you, desperate for your attention, doing anything to win you over. But now? She's practically radiant. That act of bravery made her a public darling. People can't stop talking about her."

He paused, then added with a smirk, "Rumor has it, once your divorce is finalized, half the city's elite will be lining up to court her."

Nathan's grip on his glass tightened, his knuckles whitening. A surge of possessive fury burned through him.

How dare they? She was still his wife.

Noticing Nathan's darkening expression, Theodore quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, Leonard's birthday is in a week. Is it true you're finalizing the divorce right after?"

Nathan exhaled sharply. After a beat, he answered with cold certainty, "Yes."