Chapter 245

Yvette stood up, her phone already capturing Laura’s disheveled state. "Just wait," she sneered. "I’m sending this pathetic look of yours to Richard!"

Laura’s blood ran cold. The consequences flashed before her eyes. She scrambled to her feet and clutched Yvette’s leg in desperation. "Yvette, please! I know I was wrong! Don’t tell Richard! You wouldn’t want to pit the brothers against each other over this, would you?"

"You brought this on yourself," Yvette spat, unmoved. "When Richard sees how shamelessly you seduced his older brother, let’s see how you keep your place in this family!"

She tapped her screen, ready to send the incriminating photo.

Laura lunged, fingers clawing for the phone. A sharp struggle ensued before the device clattered to the floor near the door. Both women tumbled down in the scuffle.

Yvette’s head struck the edge of the table with a sickening thud.

"Yvette, I’m begging you—this wasn’t my fault! It was—" Laura’s plea died in her throat.

Yvette’s eyes stared blankly into space.

Laura’s face drained of color. Trembling, she pressed a finger beneath Yvette’s nose.

Nothing.

Not a single breath.

She recoiled, collapsing onto the floor in horror, hands clamped over her mouth.

She’s… not breathing!

Evelyn was in the middle of lunch at the company cafeteria when a sudden hush fell over the room.

All eyes turned toward the entrance.

A miracle had occurred—Nathan Goldmann, the CEO himself, had stepped into the staff cafeteria.

He collected his meal and, without hesitation, took the seat opposite Evelyn.

She glanced at his tray, then at him, amused. "The staff must’ve been in awe. They gave you twice the usual portion."

Nathan prodded the spaghetti with his fork, then set it down with a faint grimace.

Evelyn smirked. "Not used to simple food, are you?"

"Just trying something different," he replied smoothly.

She pushed her untouched fish broth toward him. "Try this. It’s light."

Nathan took a sip, then nodded. "Not bad."

"Didn’t Rosalind pack you lunch today? I bet her cooking puts this place to shame," Evelyn teased, sipping her coke.

Nathan’s gaze locked onto hers. "If you’re curious, I can have Oliver bring hers to you."

She laughed. "Oh, no. That meal was made just for you."

"Then when will you cook for me?" His voice dropped, low and intimate. "I’d prefer yours over anyone else’s."

Evelyn’s breath hitched. She looked away quickly. "I’m not much of a cook."

Nathan leaned forward, fingers steepled under his chin, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Doesn’t matter. I like everything you do."

The surrounding employees froze, forks halfway to their mouths, suddenly finding their meals tasteless.

Evelyn’s phone rang, cutting through the tension.

Her father’s name flashed on the screen.

She answered, and within seconds, her expression darkened.

Nathan frowned. "What’s wrong?"

Evelyn’s grip on the phone tightened. "Yvette… she jumped off a building."