Chapter 183

Scarlett Orlando elegantly pulled out a tissue, meticulously wiping her fingertips.

She pursed her crimson lips, revealing an enigmatic smile.

"Blind date!"

Evelyn Roland's eyes widened. "..."

"Blind date?!" She stared at her friend in disbelief. "Scarlett, you're a singer, not a matchmaker."

"Who says singers can't play Cupid?" Scarlett blinked. "My brother's back from abroad. He insisted on seeing you."

She counted on her fingers. "Handsome, wealthy, gentle, and most importantly—loyal."

Resting her chin in her palm, Scarlett sighed dreamily. "Marrying him would be like winning the cosmic lottery."

Evelyn chuckled at her theatrics. Sebastian Orlando was exceptional, but—

"Pass on Sebastian."

"Come on!" Scarlett grabbed her hand. "He won't take no for an answer. Humor me. Sparks might fly."

Her expression turned serious. "Alexander's been gone five years. It's time to move on."

Evelyn shook her head. "My single status has nothing to do with him. He fell in love at seventeen and never wavered—not even till death."

Scarlett's eyes widened, words dying on her lips.

This foolish girl—didn't she realize Alexander had loved her all along?

"Forget it. Shopping trip." Scarlett abruptly changed the subject.

"Wait in the car. I need touch-ups." She wrinkled her nose. "No paparazzi shots of me barefaced."

Evelyn nodded. "Zachary's driving us."

She turned away, missing Adrian Valentine at the corridor's end.

The man's expression darkened as he strode forward.

Just as the elevator doors closed, a long-fingered hand shot through the gap.

Evelyn looked up into fathomless eyes.

"Adrian?"

Without a word, he yanked her into the emergency stairwell.

"Let go!" She struggled.

Adrian pinned her against the wall, gaze burning. "Evelyn? Or should I say, Tru?"

His laugh was icy. "Even your name was a lie. What else is fake?"

The last words were ground out between clenched teeth.