Chapter 322

The outfit hugged Evelyn's curves flawlessly, as if tailored specifically for her. Every stitch screamed elegance, perfectly matching her refined taste.

"Julian, your fashion sense never disappoints," Evelyn complimented with a pleased smile.

Julian smirked, basking in the praise. "Well, darling, it depends on who I'm dressing."

Evelyn teased, "Your future wife is one lucky woman!"

Julian rolled his eyes. "What wife? I'm not even dating anyone. Stop with the nonsense."

Evelyn laughed. "Oh, don't be shy. Come on, let's get going."

To avoid being mobbed by fans, Julian disguised himself before slipping into his sleek sports car with Evelyn.

They arrived at the city's most luxurious shopping district—a paradise for high-end brands and elite shoppers.

Evelyn stepped out first, waiting by the curb while Julian parked.

But before she could enjoy the moment, a shrill voice called out, "Evelyn? Is that you?"

Evelyn stiffened, recognizing the voice instantly. She turned to see her old school rival, Sylvia Montgomery, flanked by her two ever-present minions.

Suppressing a sigh, Evelyn forced a polite smile. "What a surprise."

Sylvia came from a family that owned an electronics empire, spoiled rotten since birth. She barely qualified as an heiress, but that didn’t stop her from flaunting it.

Back in school, Evelyn had kept her true identity hidden, blending in as a scholarship student. She’d even taken part-time jobs to care for stray animals, leading everyone to believe she was poor.

Yet, she had consistently topped the class, earning scholarships while Sylvia struggled to keep up. The resentment had festered over the years.

"Evelyn, we haven’t seen you since graduation! Where have you been hiding? Finally found some lowly job?" Sylvia sneered.

Evelyn shrugged. "Actually, I'm unemployed. Got any leads for me?"

"Sylvia runs her family’s company now—Montgomery Electronics! She’s the general manager, making six figures a year," one of the minions bragged.

"If you beg nicely, maybe she’ll throw you a bone," the other added with a smirk.

Sylvia nodded smugly. "We do need a janitor. Interested? The pay’s decent—$300 a month. Perfect for someone like you."

The two minions burst into laughter.

Evelyn had no patience for this. She turned to leave.

But Sylvia wasn’t done. She grabbed Evelyn’s wrist, her grip tight. "Oh, don’t walk away. We’re just catching up."