Chapter 118

Sterling Manor was a renowned name in the business world. Sebastian Cortez oversaw international operations, managing the Asia-Pacific division of the transnational corporation.

The young mistress of Sterling Manor held command domestically. Though they shared the same origins, they operated independently.

Rumors said the young mistress had vanished for four years, during which Sebastian managed domestic affairs in her stead. Since her return, he had focused solely on expanding overseas markets.

"Mr. Macmillan, thank you for your trust. We'll discuss the details in three days." Evelyn Roland admired pragmatic entrepreneurs like him.

Working with such partners meant no tedious social drinking or concerns about product quality.

Mr. Macmillan rose to leave. "I won't intrude on you youngsters. Mr. Duan and I are off to support Director Lin's new film."

Sebastian gave a slight nod as he watched them depart.

Isabella Langley clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She couldn't stand seeing Evelyn's proposal win Mr. Macmillan's approval.

How could this country bumpkin deserve it? How could she stay by Nathan's side? How could she earn Sebastian's favor?

What infuriated her more was her father spending fortunes to find Evelyn, only for her to reappear suddenly.

"Miss Roland is impressive. To create a proposal that satisfies Mr. Macmillan right after high school." Isabella smiled sweetly, venom hidden beneath her gentle tone.

Evelyn glanced sideways at the insincere grin.

Emphasizing her education?

Such a transparent attempt at backhanded flattery was laughable.

"I pale in comparison to you, Ms. Langley." Evelyn's voice was cool. "Rising from obscurity to Best Actress in a year while thriving in love and career—now that's real skill."

Isabella's expression faltered.

Evelyn enjoyed watching her discomfort.

This game had only just begun.

"Does Mr. Cortez know you're divorced?" Isabella feigned concern. "You're exceptional, but your background..."

A calculated strike.

Evelyn's gaze turned icy.

Clearly, last time's lesson hadn't sunk in.

Adrian Valentine observed Evelyn's reaction with interest.

Sebastian sipped his wine elegantly, as if enjoying a fine performance.

"Isn't your public persona the 'Innocent Angel'?" Evelyn's lips curved. "Praising me while mocking my education. Expressing concern while hinting at my past. Trying to make me reveal everything to Sebastian?"

Isabella's eyes lit up.

So Sebastian didn't know Evelyn's history.

"You misunderstand." Isabella's voice trembled, delicate shoulders shaking. "I only worried misunderstandings might arise between you..."