Chapter 75

Cassandra Valentine's red lips curved slightly as she spoke in a crisp tone, "Evelyn Roland, have you had your fill of the show?"

She hadn't expected to run into Evelyn here.

The woman before her was unrecognizable from the one in her memories.

The old Evelyn always wore stiff business suits.

Even her dresses were the most conservative styles.

"A change in wardrobe has done wonders for you," Cassandra appraised her with a sweeping glance. "Those old clothes were a crime against your face."

With Evelyn and Adrian Valentine now divorced, there was no need for hostility.

Evelyn glanced down at her outfit.

The difference wasn’t that drastic.

Those dull clothes had been Adrian’s choices.

She never liked them but wore them anyway—because he preferred them.

Adrian always insisted on modesty in public.

Yet at home, he’d demand she change into something far more revealing.

He loved holding her while watching TV.

His long fingers would wander over her skin, leaving marks as if claiming territory.

"You’re so soft," he’d murmur hoarsely, like a boy who never grew up.

She never told him she was trained in medicine.

In summer, she liked wearing short skirts.

Her slender legs would dangle over the couch.

Adrian would pounce instantly.

"Stop moving," he’d warn, beads of sweat forming on his brow. "Or we won’t leave this house today."

She’d retreat to the bedroom.

But he’d always follow, drawing the heavy curtains shut.

Evelyn snapped back to reality.

How could she reminisce about those moments now?

The banquet hall was empty except for the Langley and Valentine families.

Cassandra watched her with an amused smirk.

"You haven’t lost your charm, Miss Valentine," Evelyn said sincerely.

Cassandra was a force in the business world—ruthless but undeniably capable.

When she married Adrian, Evelyn knew she had to be sharp.

The Langleys were full of vipers.

Without Adrian’s protection, Isabella would struggle even more.

"Likewise," Cassandra replied, glancing behind her before walking away with a flourish.

If she was miserable, no one else would be happy either.

Isabella Langley’s eyes burned red. "Evelyn, why did you sabotage me?"

Evelyn almost laughed.

"I didn’t release that video. I haven’t even seen it," she said calmly. "You took credit for someone else’s work and kicked them out. Now you blame me?"

Isabella bit her lip hard, speechless.

Margaret Valentine’s voice cut through the air like ice. "Evelyn, you’re not welcome here."