All Chapters of Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Evelyn POVWhen the stylist finally spun the chair around, I didn’t recognise the woman in the mirror.The reflection staring back at me had a sharpness I hadn’t seen in years. My hair was no longer the soft chestnut curls that used to mirror Isabella’s. Instead, it was cut into a sleek, shoulder-length style with subtle volume framing my face, dyed a deep mahogany that gleamed in the light.The Stylist, Carmen, smiled proudly. “There you go, Evelyn, something clean yet elegant.”I looked like myself for the first time.Belle clapped from behind. “Now this is my girl! My Evelyn Bennett is finally back!”Her words warmed my chest, and for a fleeting moment, I almost laughed.Next came the wardrobe consultation. Carmen took us to a boutique she knew, where she pulled pieces I would never have chosen for myself. Tailored blazers in black and navy, silk blouses in jewel tones, pencil skirts that hit just below the knee, elegant pantsuits that screamed power and confidence."No more soft f

Evelyn POVThe suite at Pinnacle Hotel was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.I stood by the windows watching the afternoon bustle of the city. I’d arrived an hour early, wanting to prepare myself mentally before the meeting began.The door of the suite opened, and I turned immediately.Four people entered—a distinguished-looking man in his fifties with greying hair, a stern-faced woman in a navy pantsuit, and two younger men who carried themselves with quiet confidence.I straightened and bowed respectfully in greeting, making sure my smile was warm.“Good afternoon. Thank you all for coming.”"Miss Bennett," Mr Ashworth said, smiling at me reassuringly as he entered behind them. "Thank you for arranging this meeting. Let me introduce you to the core group of executives who worked most closely with your father."He gestured to each person in turn. “This is Mr Gerald King, former finance director. Beside him, Ms Lillian Hart, head of operations. The two gentlemen b

Evelyn POVVincent walked me to the hotel entrance an hour later, after we were done eating."Thank you again for everything," I said, genuinely grateful. "The meal, the intervention with Adrian, all of it.""It was my pleasure," He replied with that warm smile. "Though I wish we'd met under better circumstances. Please, take care of yourself, Miss Bennett. And remember - if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call.""I will," I promised, clutching his business card in my purse like a lifeline.We said our goodbyes, and I watched him head back into the hotel before calling for my car. The exhaustion from the day was finally catching up with me—the meeting with the board members, the encounter with Adrian, the constant mental chess game I had to play.All I wanted was to go home, take a long bath, and sleep.As my driver navigated through the evening traffic, I stared out the window, my mind wandering to the problem of Damien. The board members had made it clear that I needed to

Adrian POVThe iPad shattered against the wall with a satisfying crash, pieces of glass and metal scattering across the expensive carpet. I turned to face my trembling secretary, Linda, who was still standing by my desk with a stack of papers clutched to her chest."Is this the only thing you can procure for me?" I demanded, my voice cold and sharp. "I set you to a simple task - compile a comprehensive report on Bennett Corporation's current investors and board members - and this is what you bring me? Three pages of basic information I could have found on the internet?""I'm sorry, Mr Whitmore," Linda stammered, her hands shaking so badly the papers rustled. "I called everyone I could think of, but most people weren't willing to share detailed information about Bennett Corporation's internal structure. They said it was confidential and—""I don't want excuses," I interrupted. "I want results. Do you understand the difference?""Yes, sir. I'm so sorry. I'll try again—""Just leave," I

Evelyn POVI tugged at my skirt again, wishing for the hundredth time that I'd gone with the tailored pant set I’d picked initially. The fitted skirt made me feel stiff and overly formal, and with the way the day was going, I needed to feel comfortable.The pencil skirt was professional and appropriate, but it made me feel exposed somehow, vulnerable in a way I couldn't quite explain.Maybe it was because I was standing on a stage in the company's large assembly hall, waiting for staff members who clearly didn't respect the meeting Damien had called yesterday. The announcement went out twenty-four hours ago: a mandatory staff meeting at 9 AM sharp to announce leadership changes.It was now past eleven, and people were still strolling in like they were arriving at a casual social gathering instead of a work meeting.I stood next to Damien on stage, trying to maintain a professional posture as employee after employee wandered into the hall. They were talking loudly, laughing, completely