Chapter 283

Rosalind's expression shifted subtly.

This woman's tongue is downright poisonous. Normally, I'd revel in such praise in front of others, but saying this in front of Evelyn only serves to humiliate me further.

Winifred remained oblivious to Rosalind's reaction and continued to glare at Evelyn. "Let me make one thing clear—Mr. Goldmann is currently at the training camp. No matter how tough you think you are, if you dare lay a finger on me now, I—"

A sharp slap cut her off mid-sentence.

How dare she!

A smirk curled on Evelyn's lips. "Was that a threat? Are you expecting Ms. Summers to fetch Mr. Goldmann to back you up?" She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Let me enlighten you. Even if Nathan Goldmann were standing right here, I'd still slap you. Care to test that theory?"

"You—You—!" Winifred choked on her words, as if an invisible hand had clamped around her throat.

Why is Evelyn so fearless? Who’s backing her?

"You wouldn’t get hit if you knew when to keep your mouth shut," Evelyn mused, amused.

Then she turned to Rosalind. "Don’t you agree, Ms. Summers?"

The icy fury in Rosalind’s gaze remained carefully veiled behind a composed smile. "Ms. Vanderbilt, you’re certainly clever. But remember, we’re in a training camp. Rules still apply."

Evelyn understood the unspoken warning—behave yourself here. She scoffed. "Rules are meant to be followed, but only if others don’t overstep first. I don’t start fights, but I always finish them."

With that, she cast one last glance at both women and strode away.

Rosalind watched her retreating figure, her eyes darkening with something far colder than anger.

Back in her room, Evelyn froze at the sight before her.

An extravagant bouquet of midnight-blue enchantress roses and an array of high-end supplements lay neatly arranged on her bed.

Rachel materialized beside her, grinning. "Surprised?"

Evelyn frowned.

This isn’t Nathan’s style. Flowers and vitamins?

"Who sent these?" she asked flatly.

Rachel blinked. "Who else? Mr. Boucher, of course. He heard about your injury and insisted on sending these."

Evelyn exhaled, exasperated. "Return them. I can’t accept gifts this lavish."

I’ve done nothing to warrant Felix’s attention, and I don’t intend to.

Rachel hesitated. "But he personally picked everything. You… don’t like them?"

Evelyn hardened her tone. "No, I don’t. Send them back."

"...Alright." Rachel sighed, gathering the items reluctantly.

That afternoon, at the Goldmann estate…

Theodore Goldmann sat across from his son in the garden pavilion, a chessboard between them. Rosalind and Harrison entered, the latter delivering Evelyn’s assessment results.

Theodore arched a brow. "She’s skilled, it seems."

Mr. Goldmann Sr. smirked. "Like father, like son. Our judgment is never wrong."

He couldn’t be prouder of Evelyn as his daughter-in-law. Beyond bearing three heirs, her talent and resilience made her the ideal match.

Even if Theodore disapproved, neither he nor Nathan would waver.

Rosalind’s lips thinned. "Grandfather, while Ms. Vanderbilt won, she used a ring as a weapon in a hand-to-hand match. That’s hardly fair."