เข้าสู่ระบบEvelyn POVThe Whitmore family home was set back from the road at the end of a private drive, behind iron gates that opened as Adrian's car approached.The house revealed itself gradually as we drove up the gravel path: first the roofline, dark against the evening sky, then the upper windows, then the full facade, a three-storey Georgian manor built from pale stone with ivy climbing the eastern wall and warm light glowing from the ground-floor windows.Once, seeing this house filled me with so much sadness because either Isabella would be lurking somewhere with Adrian or making my life hell. Other times, I would be trailing after Adrian, trying to impress Margaret, trying to fit into Adrian’s world.I remembered the particular anxiety of waking each morning and wondering what mood he’d be in, the way I'd adjust my schedule and put everything on hold to attend to both Adrian and his mother.Tonight I was arriving in a borrowed car with swollen eyes, a puppy, and an overnight bag I'd pa
Evelyn POVThe silence between us was strange.It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but loaded in a way that neither of us seemed to know how to unload.We'd spent the past three hours in constant motion: phone calls, revelations, Laurence's arrival, the discovery that Prescott didn't exist, the cascade of information, emotion, and crisis management that had carried us from a kerb in a parking lot to a back booth at Carmichael's. And now the motion had stopped, and we were standing still.Then I sneezed.It came out of nowhere, a sharp, involuntary burst that I caught too late with the back of my hand. And then another one, followed by a shiver that ran through me like a current."That's it," Adrian said. "I'm getting you to the car before you catch a cold."He placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the parking area. His palm was warm through the fabric of my blazer, and I let him steer me without protest.We got into the car. Adrian started the engine, and the heater
Evelyn POVThe late afternoon air had cooled by the time we stepped out of Carmichael's, carrying a chill that Crescent Harbour got when the sun dropped behind the harbour-front buildings, and the breeze coming off the water had nothing left to warm it.I pulled my blazer tighter across my chest and fell into step beside Laurence Cavill."Miss Bennett," he said as we crossed the pavement toward the parking area. "I want you to hear this from me directly, not through intermediaries or emails or portfolio managers you've never met. Meridian's commitment to Green Valley Phases is intact. It has always been intact. Nobody in my organisation authorised a withdrawal, and I can assure you that whoever used my company's name to destabilise yours will be dealt with.""Thank you, Mr Cavill. That means more than I can say.""Laurence," he corrected gently. "Mr Cavill was my father, and he would have hated being confused with me. We disagreed on almost everything." He smiled, and the warmth in it
Adrian POVEvelyn was no longer alone. Grace had arrived while I was gone. She was sitting across from her in the booth, tablet out, speaking quickly. She looked up when I slid in beside Evelyn.“Mr Whitmore,” she said, nodding to me. “Thank you for getting to her.”"Of course." I looked at the table. Evelyn had ordered what appeared to be half the menu and was eating a piece of bread with the single-minded determination of someone whose body had finally overruled her pride. "Grace, the email and the phone records from Prescott's supposed office. What has your team found?"Grace turned the tablet toward me. The email was displayed on screen, formatted to look like a legitimate Meridian Partners communication, but the domain was off by a single character. Meridian-partnrs.com instead of meridian-partners.com. A missing letter."The domain was registered three days ago through an offshore registrar," Grace said. "No identity verification required. The registration details are fake, and
Adrian POVI drove us to Carmichael's, a harbour-front restaurant in a converted warehouse that served comfort food. Wood-panelled walls, leather banquettes, a chalkboard menu, and a kitchen that could make you forget whatever had gone wrong before you walked through the door. I requested the back-corner booth, away from windows and other diners.Evelyn slid into the banquette and studied the menu with the focus of a woman who hadn't eaten since the previous evening and was trying to maintain some dignity about it."Order whatever you want," I said. "I need to step outside for a minute."She looked up from the menu. "Is everything okay?""Everything's fine. I need to make a couple of calls.” I stood and then paused, looking down at her. She was still blotchy and slightly swollen, and her hair was a mess, and there was a faint red mark on her ankle where the heel had rubbed it raw. She looked tired and hungry and human.Most of all, she looked beautiful.I walked out the front door, pu
Evelyn POVI stood and extended my hand to her. She took it, her fingers cold in mine despite the warm afternoon, and I pulled her to her feet. She swayed slightly, and I steadied her, then bent to collect the scattered contents of her bag: a lipstick, tissues, her wallet, a pen with the Bennett Holdings logo. She took them and shoved them into the bag without arranging them, which told me more about her state of mind than anything she'd said.We walked to the car slowly. She was favouring one foot where the heel had rubbed her ankle raw, and I matched her pace. I opened the passenger door, waited for her to settle in, then walked around and got behind the wheel, but I didn't start the engine.We sat in the quiet for a moment. The car ticked softly as the engine cooled from the drive, and through the windshield, the Cedar Heights clubhouse glowed white against the afternoon sky."Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.She was quiet for a long time. Her eyes were fixed on the windshie
Evelyn POVTwo weeks later.Two weeks of lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that everything would somehow work out. Two weeks of ignoring Vincent's calls, his texts, his attempts to see me. Two weeks of pretending that the world hadn't shifted on its axis and left me
Evelyn POV“Let’s begin with the data,” he said. “We’ll start with stock volatility.”A chart lit up behind him, showing peaks and dips over the past six weeks.Gerald leaned forward, folding his hands.“Miss Bennett, since the announcement of your leadership transition, the company’s stock has sho
Evelyn POVI went back into my office and sat down again, feeling more miserable than I had moments before.I'd lost my company. And now I was losing Grace.The door opened again without a knock.Adrian stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He was still wearing his suit jacket, looki
Evelyn POV“Yes. Stand beside a man. Adrian is still pursuing you. That alone should tell you something.”"A friend of mine casually mentioned that you've been offending a lot of key players in the business space in Crescent Harbour," she continued, moving closer to my bed. "She thinks it might hav







