Chapter 73

"Then go home for a day or two, but come back right after the anniversary."

Nathan had always been endlessly patient with Isabella because of Diana and Alistair. This time was no different.

Isabella placed a hand on her stomach, her expression growing increasingly sly.

This time, she would do whatever it took to stay in Pamore. She refused to spend another second in that cursed villa.

She wanted to see how Evelyn planned to seduce her man if she were dead.

Meanwhile, after kicking them out, Evelyn's mood lifted. She spent the next hour chatting with Beatrice about her travels.

When the exhibition ended, Beatrice had the mall shut down the boutique so the staff could focus entirely on serving her and Evelyn.

By the time they finished shopping and returned home, hours had passed. Evelyn collapsed onto the couch.

"You really are the woman who crossed the Mkkan Strait. Your stamina is unreal. I'm impressed," she mumbled.

Beatrice directed the maids to hang up her designer purchases, then smiled.

"I haven’t bought you clothes in ages, so I went all out today. Tomorrow, we’ll hit a different mall."

Evelyn glanced around the living room. Despite its massive size, it was now packed with enough clothes and jewelry to stock a boutique.

"We’re still shopping?" Evelyn groaned.

"Obviously."

"I’ll be back in Pamore soon. I can’t possibly wear all of this."

"Then I’ll ship them to you. Or keep them in a dedicated room here for your next visit."

Evelyn shook her head, amused. What a luxurious problem to have.

Then, Beatrice remembered something important and quickly sat beside her.

"Evie, stay a few more days. Harrison returns tomorrow—you two should meet up."

Evelyn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Fine, whatever you say, Aunt Beatrice. I haven’t seen him in years anyway. Might as well catch up."

Beatrice frowned. "Stop calling him your other brother. He’s just Harrison. You’re not even related, and I’m trying to set you two up."

"Help! Aunt Beatrice is playing matchmaker again!" Evelyn bolted to her room.

"Oh, come back here! I haven’t even listed all his good qualities yet!"

Evelyn locked herself in her room. When she checked her phone, she saw a message from Julian:

"Evie, why haven’t you visited me in Frenda? I’m heartbroken."

"Weren’t you busy with your concert prep? Didn’t want to bother you," she replied.

"Nope. Stadium show tomorrow. If my precious Evie isn’t there, I’m walking offstage."

"Ugh. Fine. I’ll be there."

The next morning, Evelyn was jolted awake by noise outside.

"Beatrice! Open the damn door!"

Peering through the curtains, she spotted Arthur downstairs, knocking with a bouquet of lilies.

When he noticed her, he waved frantically. "Evie! Let me in! I’ve been standing here forever!"

"Don’t you dare, Evie! Let him suffer!" Beatrice’s voice rang from the adjacent window.

Evelyn stifled a laugh. Watching these two act like teenagers in a rom-com was endlessly entertaining.

"Evie, do this for me. I’ll owe you big."

She cleared her throat. "Aunt Beatrice, it looks like rain. What if Uncle Arthur catches a cold?"

From the other room, Beatrice sighed. "Fine. Let him in—but not upstairs."

"Got it!"

At breakfast, Beatrice reminded her, "Remember, Evie. You’re meeting Harrison today."

"But I promised Julian, Aunt Beatrice," Evelyn said guiltily. She could have rescheduled, but the idea of dating Harrison still felt weird.

The Harrison she remembered was a rigid traditionalist, years older than her. She couldn’t shake that image.

"Hmm, true. Julian first." Beatrice nodded. "Take my car."

"Thanks, Aunt Beatrice!" Evelyn hugged her tightly.

Soon, she was speeding down the road in Beatrice’s Pagani Zonda. The car’s sleek design drew stares from every driver.

After all, this limited-edition hypercar was one-of-a-kind. Most had only seen it in ads.

They craned their necks, desperate to glimpse the owner.

But Evelyn checked the time and hit the gas, leaving them all in the dust.

All they could do was sigh as the car vanished.