Chapter 307

"Evelyn didn't tell you?" Alexander asked, his gaze sharp as it landed on Charlotte.

Before she could respond, he pressed on. "If you want the truth, answer me. Did you meet him when you were in Marseille?"

Charlotte's expression turned icy. "You've asked this before. If you're so curious, investigate it yourself." She spun on her heel and walked away.

Alexander watched her retreating figure, his jaw tight. He wouldn't waste time questioning her if he could find the answers on his own. But the fact that he couldn’t—that was what frustrated him.

Something was slipping beyond his control, and it unsettled him.

After a tense silence, he called his secretary. "Send the PR director to my office."

Within hours, his people were en route to Marseille. Evelyn had requested them, and though he didn’t ask why, he wasn’t about to refuse. It wasn’t a loss for him.

By morning, they arrived. Evelyn directed them to the Mitchell Group, where Sophia had already arranged for their temporary roles until William returned.

With that handled, Evelyn and Gabrielle headed to the hospital to visit the injured employees.

The ward was crowded, three beds to a room. Evelyn approached a middle-aged woman sitting alone.

"Hello," she said warmly. "We’re colleagues of your son. We heard you weren’t feeling well and wanted to check on you."

The woman—Zachary’s mother—looked surprised. "You work with Zachary?"

Gabrielle nodded quickly. "Yes, we’re close to him."

His mother hesitated. "Are you cooks too?"

Evelyn almost smiled but didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced around. "Why are there so many people here?"

Zachary’s mother lowered her voice. "They jumped from a building. They say they’re fine, but they keep complaining to the doctors, demanding reports."

"Injury reports?" Evelyn clarified.

"Yes. Their families are talking about suing the company for compensation."

Evelyn exchanged a glance with Gabrielle but said nothing. If they were truly fine, why refuse discharge?

It smelled like a setup.

After a polite farewell, they left the ward.

Once in the car, Gabrielle turned to Evelyn. "Ms. Mitchell, do you think they’re trying to extort you?"

"You noticed it too?" Evelyn asked.

Gabrielle nodded. "Zachary’s mother said they seemed fine."

Exactly. Healthy people didn’t cling to hospital beds unless they had an agenda.

Evelyn drove back to the company, her mind racing. She needed to see Nathaniel. There were questions only he could answer.

After dropping Gabrielle off, Evelyn stayed in the car. "Don’t mention the hospital visit to anyone. Gossip spreads, and I don’t want word getting out prematurely."

Gabrielle agreed, and Evelyn pulled away, her grip tight on the wheel.

She had a feeling this was far from over.