Chapter 352

Rosalind's fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white as she glared at Evelyn. Her eyes burned with pure, unadulterated hatred.

The office had fallen into stunned silence.

The truth was, Oliver had been the one handling most of the company's affairs, and Nathan had indeed entrusted him with significant responsibilities.

But ever since Oliver had been reassigned and Rosalind had taken over as Nathan's secretary, something had shifted.

Nathan, their employer, had somehow become busier than ever.

And when he couldn't attend meetings, Rosalind—his secretary—was supposed to step in.

Yet now, everyone realized she had been misleading them all along.

And Evelyn? She was no pushover.

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room—at least they weren’t the ones who had just been slapped.

Evelyn kept her smile sweet, almost innocent. "Ms. Summers, if you're struggling with your duties, perhaps we should have Oliver take over again. He’s far more competent, and he doesn’t need his boss to clean up his messes."

She’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

That was the thought flashing through everyone’s minds.

Just then, Nathan strode into the office. His sharp gaze swept over the crowd before landing on Evelyn, who stood directly in front of Rosalind.

"What’s going on?"

The employees scattered instantly.

Rosalind’s eyes brightened at the sight of him. She bit her lip, her voice trembling. "Nathan, I—"

"I slapped her," Evelyn turned, her expression shifting into one of wounded innocence.

The crowd gaped at her sudden transformation.

Evelyn held out her delicate hand toward Nathan, her lower lip quivering slightly.

Nathan took it without hesitation, his fingers gently massaging her palm. "Does it hurt?"

She tilted her head, mischief glinting in her eyes. "Only if you kiss it better."

A slow smirk curled his lips. "Later. At home."

The room collectively choked on disbelief.

As Nathan turned to leave with Evelyn, Rosalind finally snapped. "Nathan! She was the one who slapped me for no reason!"

Nathan paused.

He turned back, his expression icy. "Good. I’d have done it myself if she hadn’t."

Rosalind froze.

The realization hit the others like a lightning bolt—Rosalind had been pining after Nathan, but he despised her.

Humiliation burned through Rosalind as she watched Nathan walk away with Evelyn.

She had never been so publicly shamed before.

Back in the Night Banquet, she had commanded respect as Titus’s direct subordinate.

But now? Nathan had just torn her dignity to shreds—for Evelyn.

Had their childhood friendship meant nothing?

Her eyes darkened with cold fury.

In Nathan’s office, he lifted Evelyn onto his desk, caging her in with his arms. "Aren’t you afraid she’ll run to my grandfather?"

Evelyn scoffed. "What’s done is done. If she tattles, so be it."

Nathan shook his head, amused by her boldness.

"There’s something I’ve been wondering," Evelyn mused, tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Rosalind was close to Winifred, but after her death, she never mentioned her again."

She met his amber gaze. "When I brought Winifred up earlier, her reaction was… strange."

Nathan frowned. "And?"

Evelyn tilted her head. "If Felix was the reason Winifred targeted me at camp, how did you find out about what happened between him and me? You weren’t even there."