Chapter 90

Nathan Black's gaze snapped downward as Evelyn Hartley's fingers tightened around Marco Rossi's wrist. The sudden shift in the atmosphere was palpable.

Marco's face twisted in pain before he could even react. "Ah—let go! That hurts!" he yelped, his voice cracking as he tried to jerk his hand free. But Evelyn's grip only tightened, her expression eerily composed.

"Please! I'm sorry!" Marco begged, his earlier bravado crumbling under the sharp agony. "I won't do it again, I swear!"

The commotion drew the attention of nearby patrons, their curious glances flickering toward the unfolding scene.

From their elevated booth on the second floor, Nathan and his companions had a clear view.

Theodore Whitmore nudged Nathan with a smirk. "Isn't that Evelyn and Natalie down there? Looks like trouble."

Dylan Reeves scoffed, swirling his drink lazily. "Serves her right."

From their vantage point, they could see Evelyn and Natalie surrounded by three men. One—Marco—was clearly in distress, his face contorted in pain. Another suddenly lunged at Evelyn with a snarl.

Serena Cole frowned. "Nathan, you should go help them."

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Why? Maybe she enjoys the attention."

Nathan's expression darkened, his sharp glare silencing Dylan instantly. He pushed back his chair, ready to intervene—

Then, in a flash, Marco was sent stumbling backward. The second attacker swung at Evelyn, only for her to dodge effortlessly and deliver a sharp punch to his nose. The man reeled, clutching his face in shock.

Nathan's eyes narrowed.

Trenton Reeves and his group stood frozen, stunned by Evelyn's unexpected ferocity.

"Take her down together!" Trenton barked, his voice laced with frustration.

But Evelyn moved like lightning—a precise one-two punch, followed by a devastating side kick that sent Trenton flying backward. He crashed into a table several feet away, sending glasses shattering to the floor.

The entire bar fell silent, patrons gaping in disbelief.

Evelyn merely dusted off her hands, rolling her shoulders as if she'd just finished a light workout.

Natalie Brooks grinned, stepping forward to clap her on the back. "Damn, Evelyn. You've been holding out on me."

She had always known Evelyn could handle herself, but this? This was next level.