Chapter 278

Eleanor Langley wearily closed her eyes.

......

Evelyn Roland had just stepped out the door when her phone vibrated.

"Speak."

"Boss, Mrs. Langley has returned. What's our next move?"

A sly smile curved Evelyn's lips. "Stand down. She'll make her move soon. Keep close surveillance—you're too conspicuous."

"Send me your location. Pick me up and grab dinner on your own."

After hanging up, Evelyn remembered Julian Roscente's invitation and texted Nathan Aldridge.

[Any progress?]

Nathan replied instantly.

[Boss, we've identified a suspicious individual. Photo sent.]

A man in a black suit appeared on her screen.

The sharp-eyed thirty-six-year-old had a prominent mole between his brows. His muscular frame betrayed years of combat training.

Evelyn called immediately. "Got his identity? Name?"

Nathan's voice turned grave. "Shang. Thirty-six. Ex-mercenary. Highly skilled. Be careful."

"Understood."

Nathan added anxiously, "I'll arrange covert protection. You can't afford any incidents these years."

A cold glint flashed in Evelyn's eyes. "You think I can't take him?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," Nathan backpedaled.

"Later." Evelyn pocketed her phone and started the car.

Julian had booked her favorite private dining club.

Parking swiftly, she strode toward the entrance.

A familiar silhouette caught her eye near a black sedan. She passed without reaction.

At the second-floor staircase, Julian waited eagerly.

Tonight Evelyn wore pink casualwear, her porcelain skin glowing, starry eyes mesmerizing.

Julian's breath caught. "Evelyn."

She nodded curtly.

"Private room's at the end. This way."

As they walked, Adrian Valentine lurked around the corner, glaring at Evelyn's retreating figure.

She actually came.

Skipped work today, yet remembered Julian's invitation.

Two years divorced, she shone brighter than ever.

Did Christian Lefèvre's fiery death weigh nothing on her conscience?

Evelyn Roland, is your heart made of stone?

Adrian clenched his fists and turned away.

This torment of love and hatred was driving him mad.

In the private room, dishes already covered the table.

Julian eagerly piled food onto Evelyn's plate.

She frowned at the mountain in her bowl. "I'll serve myself."

Noticing her displeasure, he withdrew awkwardly. "Care for some wine?"