Evelyn Todd Novels & Stories

That is a horrible thing she would never want to happen. After getting dressed she grabs her handbag from the bed, and storms out of her room not after picking up her car keys from the bed. Her name is Evelyn Jones, twenty-three years old young lady living off her family's wealth, and catering for herself, regardless of her parent's wealth. For someone who doesn't look like she's existing to her parents who reside in Paris and care only about their business, Evelyn has learned to live by herself even at this very young age. She grew up with her nanny instead, since she has been the one taking care of her all these years.

It was sleek and sophisticated, yet still carried a hint of wildness to it. Evelyn boredly brought out her own chosen outfit—just a pair of shorts and a turtleneck. The last thing she wanted was to wear something that might draw attention to her. Even though Maddy assured her they wouldn’t run into anyone familiar at the party, she still couldn’t take the risk.

Adrian called his secretary, Michael, and asked her to investigate who had conducted the interview with Evelyn and what led to the decision not to hire her. Michael, being a trusted and loyal member of the team, swiftly delved into the matter. After a thorough investigation, she discovered that Natalie, a senior executive at Lincoln Designs, was the one who had interviewed Evelyn. He found some irregularities in Natalie's feedback, indicating personal bias rather than a fair assessment of Evelyn's qualifications.

“Sorry, ma’am, but I was here before you.” “You think you can buy that expensive necklace and watch, even if you can’t buy branded clothes?” “Excuse me, ma’am, even though I look like this, I still have money. I just don’t show it because I’m low key.” “Haha! Low key? You know something like that. Well, you don’t know me. I’m the only wife who owns the Taylors’ company.” Evelyn told me proudly. “Haha! No need to explain. I know you. Maybe you don’t remember me.”

"That's great. However, Ms. Lewis, I must remind you. Your former mother-in-law is no pushover. Be careful. She might set traps for you." Pointing toward Susan, who wasn't standing far away, Evelyn shook her head. "She's jealous of you." Grace's expression didn't show much change when she heard that. She seamlessly changed the topic. "Mrs. Wright, your dress today is beautiful. Is it a recent custom order?" At the mention of her dress, Evelyn instinctively puffed up her chest and tucked the loose strands of hair near her ears. "This couture dress is from a well-known foreign brand. I had it shipped by air this afternoon. How is it? Not bad, right?"

I asked, sitting down and dropping my backpack. She brought a tray with a small tea kettle and pushed over a TV tray. There were at least half a dozen different tea bags. My eyes gazed over them until I found green tea with lemon and quickly helped myself. “I’m Evelyn, by the way. Well I have a confession to make. I truly hope it doesn’t scare you off,” she said, sitting next to me and promptly crossing her legs like a perfect lady. Her posture was perfect, her eyebrows freshly waxed. She didn’t look a day over thirty but her voice and actions were like a sixty year old.

Smith saw the moment the lady walked into the room. She really emitted aura. It was Evelyn Eldon. She walked into the company like it owed her attention. She stood tall and elegant. You could tell she had a lot of money. Evelyn carried that aura which demanded respect, she didn't need to ask for it. The cream blazer she wore fitted her body perfectly. Smith held his breath for a second because of how Evelyn looked and carried herself. For a moment a bad thought came into his mind— he wished Audrey could just be like her. The thought really got on his nerves. "No, not now." He said quietly to himself.

Some truths were too exhausting to tell. --- That evening, Adrian didn’t come home again. He’d texted that he was caught up with work. Evelyn didn’t care anymore. Instead, she immersed herself in her designs, her only escape. She was working on a new gown sketch — a piece she hoped to enter into an upcoming competition — but something about it felt incomplete. She took a picture and sent it to Isa. “This is absolutely breathtaking!” Isa gushed. “I can’t wait to wear it, Evie. It’s a masterpiece!”

Evan was immediately ruled out since he had no interest in computers whatsoever. But Kyle… "Bev, he knows Elaine." Regardless of whether Kyle had malicious intentions, Evan felt he had to be cautious. "Don't let him get close to you." Beverly's eyes widened in surprise. A barely perceptible shadow crossed Kyle's eyes as he turned to look at Evan. "Elaine was the eldest daughter of the Henderson family and a prodigy who took the world by storm over 30 years ago. Who didn't see her as a role model? So, is it really so strange that I know of her?"

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.