Chapter 61

Evelyn Roland had never been known for her patience.

Isabella Langley was like two completely different people—one brazen and domineering in front of Evelyn, the other frail and delicate in Adrian Valentine's presence.

The fact that Isabella had managed to intercept her here meant she'd done her homework—Nathan Aldridge was in town for business negotiations, and his assistant would naturally accompany him.

"Evelyn, why aren't you answering your calls?" Isabella frowned deeply.

Evelyn thought of the SIM card she'd discarded last night and replied coolly, "Lost my phone. What do you want?"

So it wasn't a block. Isabella exhaled silently in relief.

"Give me the evidence on Chairman Lowell's daughter." She held out her hand, her posture dripping with arrogance.

A flicker of wariness crossed Evelyn's eyes. "Why do you need it?"

"To help that poor woman get a divorce, of course." Isabella's smile was saccharine. "You don't want to see her keep suffering, do you?"

Evelyn almost laughed. Where was this sudden saintly concern when she'd stood by and done nothing before?

"Like I said—lost phone, lost video."

"What?" Isabella's pupils constricted, her voice sharpening. "Where did you lose it?"

Evelyn noted the odd reaction. Logically, Chairman Lowell himself should be demanding the evidence. Why go through Isabella?

Nathan's figure appeared at the end of the corridor. Evelyn brushed past Isabella without another word.

Isabella glared at her retreating back, stomping her heel in frustration. How was she supposed to explain this to Chairman Lowell?

Then it hit her—hotel surveillance.

A black sedan sped away. All she needed was to retrieve the footage and delete the part where she'd kicked Natalie. The contract was already signed—Lowell couldn't back out now.

This deal had solidified her standing in Adrian's eyes. Margaret Valentine had even arranged a celebratory dinner in her honor.

Evelyn caught Sophia Blanchet's eye and signaled for her to tail Isabella.

After a brief exchange with Nathan, she settled into a corner of the lobby, reviewing documents from three companies. Samples were laid out on the table, each meticulously inspected.

Lowell Group's materials were superior, but their prices doubled the competition's. At those rates, profit margins vanished.

She ran simulations on her laptop. Each attempt failed. Her fingers tapped the desk, brow furrowing.

Lowell currently monopolized the core technology domestically, and they'd chosen Adrian. Dragging this out was pointless.

Her phone camera focused on a sample. The shutter clicked.

[Sebastian, find me manufacturers for this raw material.]

Sebastian Cortez replied instantly: [Lowell deal fell through?]

Evelyn: [Yes. We'll produce it ourselves. Tech isn't the issue.]

Sebastian: [Should've done this sooner. I'll have answers by tomorrow.]

The screen's glow caught the faint curve of her lips.