Chapter 451

Evelyn frowned at the CD in Lillian's hand. Without questioning, she snatched it.

She smirked. "I'd walk through fire for you."

Handing a woman a CD meant nothing to Evelyn.

Her priority was keeping Lillian happy to maintain their friendship.

Without Lillian's backing, she'd never gain acceptance among high society.

Lillian whispered more instructions in Evelyn's ear.

Before leaving, Lillian shot her a warning glare. "Don't screw this up."

Her voice dripped with menace. "Or I'll make sure you're blacklisted from every elite circle in town."

Evelyn swallowed hard.

She was nobody. If Lillian turned against her, she'd lose her foothold instantly.

Evelyn plastered on a sycophantic smile. "Trust me, Lillian. That bitch stole your man? Consider her my enemy too." She crossed her heart. "Give me time. You'll love the results."

Lillian gave a curt nod, somewhat appeased.

Evelyn ventured, "So...who's the target?"

"Wesley Thornton." Lillian spat the name like poison. "Youngest son of the Thornton dynasty."

Evelyn racked her brain through society's eligible bachelors.

Recognition dawned. The Thorntons! Military aristocracy. Eldest son in politics, second in business. The youngest? Elite special forces - rarely seen in public.

She'd glimpsed Wesley once. Towering. Rugged. Those muscles left her breathless.

The thought of running her hands over his combat-honed body sent heat pooling low in her belly.

Capturing a Thornton heir would elevate her status immeasurably.

Evelyn flipped her hair. "Consider it done. But..." She bit her lip. "He's never in town. How do I even find him?"

Lillian shrugged. "I'll alert you when he returns." Her smile turned predatory. "The Thorntons are A-list royalty. I'm handing you this opportunity - don't waste it."

Evelyn practically vibrated with excitement. "If I become a Thornton, I'll owe you forever."

Lillian hid her disgust. "Enough. I have engagements. Remember - that CD goes to Evelyn Sinclair. No mistakes."

Once Lillian's silhouette disappeared, Evelyn's smile dropped. She spat on the marble floor.

"Who does that orphan bitch think she is? Lucky adoption doesn't make you blue blood."

T Corporation.

Evelyn usually thrived under pressure. Today, unease coiled in her gut.

Distracted, she submitted her architectural drafts to Bernadette.

Rubbing her temples, she sighed. Pregnancy had drained her stamina.

Olivia noticed her pallor. "You look awful. Should you be here?"

Evelyn forced a smile. "I'm fi-"

Stiletto clicks interrupted. Bernadette stormed over, slamming papers on Evelyn's desk.

"Is this your work?" The older woman's voice could freeze hell.

Evelyn scrambled to check. Her stomach dropped. A decimal point error in the load-bearing wall specs.

Bernadette's tirade continued. "One misplaced decimal could collapse buildings! Are you trying to bankrupt us?"

Cold sweat drenched Evelyn's back. That mistake could've killed people.

"I'm sorry, Madam. It won't happen again."

Bernadette's eyes glittered with malice. "Architecture tolerates no errors. Are you incompetent or just stupid?"

Since Evelyn's hiring, Bernadette had scrutinized her every move like a hawk. Today, she'd finally drawn blood.

And the viper struck without mercy.