Chapter 329

"No, he was careful. All we know is it was a man. Our team pursued them, but they lost us after realizing they were being followed."

Nathaniel's expression darkened. His gaze flickered toward Evelyn briefly before he spoke. "If they risked exposure to meet her, she must be important. Why else would they act so recklessly at this crucial time?"

Samuel agreed, prompting him to contact Nathaniel immediately.

"Mr. Martin, should we keep surveillance?"

"Pointless. They won't return now that they've been compromised. Investigate everyone close to Victor's wife. If nothing turns up, drop it. And send me the footage."

"Understood, sir."

The call ended, and Samuel forwarded the video.

Evelyn caught Nathaniel mentioning Victor. Her attention snapped to him. Their eyes met, and he stated calmly, "Victor's wife has been taken."

Her breath hitched. "By whom?"

"Unknown. Samuel sent the recording."

He played the brief clip—less than a minute—before passing his phone to her.

A man in black, wearing a cap with an 'M' emblem, escorted Victor's wife with a suitcase before driving off.

Evelyn replayed it, searching for clues. Nothing stood out, yet the man unsettled her inexplicably.

She handed the phone back, her tone flat. "Let it go. I don’t want any part of this."

The Mitchells didn’t need her involvement. With Victor arrested, the matter was settled. As for her father’s silence, she wouldn’t push further.

The investigation halted—officially.

But Nathaniel still instructed Samuel to monitor developments.

Night fell after their argument.

Evelyn showered and lay in bed, waiting. Nathaniel didn’t come. His words replayed in her mind until sleep claimed her.

When he finally entered, he found her asleep. He resisted waking her, merely brushing his thumb over her cheek.

"Only you could torment me like this," he murmured, smiling faintly before pressing a kiss to her temple.

Morning came.

Evelyn arrived at work, determined to continue her competition entry despite Nathaniel’s suggestion to withdraw.

She refined her designs, intending to consult Gregory—but he hadn’t arrived.

She hesitated to call, wary of provoking Danielle. Instead, she asked his secretary, "Is Mr. Wilson out today?"

"He called last night. Said he had personal matters and wouldn’t be in until afternoon."

Evelyn nodded. Danielle again.