All Chapters of RED LABEL: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"They are luxury apartments," Evelyn said, raising a hand in exasperation. "Most people in New Avalon would sacrifice a limb to live in the Skyline Towers rent-free. You're treating a corporate housing offer like a trap.""Because an unvetted environment is a trap," he corrected gently. "If I accept an apartment that ties my personal life directly to Redstone’s administrative grid, I become predictable." Evelyn couldn't help but nod in agreement. "You have a point there," she said. "Exactly!" he replied. "If an adversary—whether inside your board or outside your building—wants to map my routines, all they have to do is check the primary tenant log for Redstone property. Suddenly, my home address is listed on the same server that manages your company's cafeteria passes."Evelyn stared at him for a long beat. Slowly, the frustration on her face gave way to a quiet, dry fascination. She leaned back against the table, her lips twitching with suppressed amusement."You really are a deepl

David gestured toward a plush leather chair across from him, though his hands remained hovering near his desk phone. "Alright. Is this about her official itinerary? I emailed the updated itinerary to Marcus an hour ago.""I have the official itinerary," Nobody said, choosing to remain standing. His gray eyes held that steady, unreadable composure that always made corporate executives feel slightly exposed. "I need the unwritten itinerary."David frowned, a subtle line appearing between his brows. "The unwritten itinerary? Everything Evelyn does is cataloged on my primary network. I keep her calendar synchronized down to three-minute increments.""A calendar tells me where she is scheduled to be," Nobody explained, his voice low and measured. "It doesn't tell me how she acts when she gets there. I need to know her personal indicators."David let out a faint, skeptical puff of air. "Her indicators?""When she receives a phone call from an unknown or unlisted number on her private line,

Over the next three days, the practical effects of Nobody’s meticulous observation began manifesting in subtle, quiet ways that Evelyn couldn't help but notice.It started with tiny details.On Thursday afternoon, following a brutal three-hour quarterly review with a group of hostile regional directors, Evelyn stepped out of the boardroom feeling exhausted, her shoulder throbbing with a dull, familiar ache. Usually, her executive assistants would immediately swarm her with pending signatures and scheduling updates the moment she crossed the threshold.Instead, as she walked out, she found the corridor remarkably clear. Nobody was standing near the alcove, gently but firmly redirecting a junior manager toward the outer desk, giving Evelyn an uninterrupted ten-minute runway to reach her private office in complete silence.He had remembered that she hated being bombarded immediately after high-friction meetings.On Friday morning, when her car pulled into the Redstone subterranean garage

Nobody had barely taken a few steps away from Sophia's desk when Melissa appeared from the adjoining administrative corridor, carrying a slim folder against her side. She had clearly been moving between Evelyn's office and the surrounding executive section, and one glance at Nobody's expression was enough to tell her that he had been conducting his now-familiar investigation into Evelyn's habits. Melissa was Evelyn's office best friend and gossip mate, which meant she knew the woman behind the executive title in ways that formal records and security reports could never capture. She slowed as she approached him, her eyes moving briefly toward Sophia before settling on Nobody."So," Melissa said, falling into step beside him, "I hear you've been interrogating everyone on this floor about Evelyn."Nobody glanced at her. "I'm building a security profile.""I know what you're building," Melissa replied with a faint smile. "I'm asking whether you've realized that Evelyn is going to find i

"You invited me to observe," he reminded her gently."I did.""Then you should be glad.""I am," she sighed, starting to walk again, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "Mostly."When they returned to Redstone Tower, the morning continued at its relentless, high-velocity corporate pace.Evelyn moved through the executive floor with the effortless, absolute authority of someone who had commanded the space for years. She stopped to speak with two department heads near the central glass corridor, smoothly altered her path to intercept an assistant carrying a physical legal file, spent nearly twenty minutes in David’s outer office hammering out a scheduling conflict, and finally vanished into her private suite.Nobody followed her movements without hovering or invading her personal space. He didn't feel the need to stand directly beside her like a rigid guard dog. Instead, he positioned himself at key vantage points, watching how the rest of the floor reacted to her presence.The