Chapter 349

Evelyn stood motionless, her silence deafening.

Danielle's face darkened, her voice sharpening. "Evelyn, are you even listening?"

"Who do you think you are to order me around?" Danielle scoffed, flipping her hair dismissively. She shoved her earbuds in, flashing Evelyn a mocking smirk.

Frustration coiled in Evelyn's chest. She signaled Gabrielle, who rushed over with an exasperated sigh.

"Ms. Mitchell, Ms. Parker barged in demanding to see Mr. Wilson. When we told her he wasn’t here, she started screaming threats—said she’d have us all fired."

Evelyn’s jaw tightened. "Get two security guys," she murmured. "Escort her out."

The men didn’t hesitate. They hoisted Danielle—chair and all—straight through the lobby doors.

Danielle exploded. She swung her purse like a weapon, then jabbed a finger at Evelyn. "This is my brother’s company! You’re the outsider here. Disgusting, clinging to him when you’re married!"

Evelyn’s gaze turned glacial. "For Gregory’s sake, I’m tolerating this. But keep spewing lies, and I’ll call the police. Again."

Danielle flinched. The last encounter still stung—especially how Evelyn had turned the tables.

Her glare burned. "Nathaniel won’t protect you forever. You’re unlovable, Evelyn. A placeholder."

"I’ve done nothing to you. Why this obsession?"

"Because you won’t let Gregory go!"

Danielle was convinced Gregory only entertained Evelyn out of pity.

Gabrielle snapped. "Mr. Wilson has a girlfriend. Remember the café? This isn’t about Ms. Mitchell. And this company? It’s hers too."

Danielle froze. Then her breathing turned ragged.

"Liar!" she shrieked. "He’d never—he can’t—" The image of Gregory smiling at another woman shattered her.

He belonged to her. Only her.

Evelyn shot Gabrielle a warning look. No more fuel for this fire. She dialed Gregory.

No answer.

Her fingers clenched the phone. She assigned a staffer to babysit Danielle—not out of concern, but damage control. For Gregory’s sake.

Back at her desk, Evelyn buried herself in blueprints. The competition loomed. Every second counted.

By lunch, Gregory finally called.

"Sorry," he said, voice strained. "Just saw your missed call."