Chapter 362

The internet exploded with accusations directed at Evelyn Vanderbilt's Twitter. Some netizens questioned her involvement, while others speculated the grieving couple was simply capitalizing on her fame. The recent media frenzy surrounding Evelyn and Nathan's marriage registration made them easy targets.

"Do you honestly believe Ms. Vanderbilt could be responsible for someone's death?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions. Every scandal about her gets debunked within days."

"But what if it's true this time?"

Employees whispered among themselves when Evelyn entered Soul Corporation. The rumor about her slapping Rosalind Summers for spreading false information had spread like wildfire. The fact that Mr. Goldmann had allowed it sent a clear message—no one dared cross her now.

Chloe followed closely behind, catching snippets of the conversation. "Don't stress, Evelyn. Nathan said he'd handle everything."

Evelyn turned, lowering her voice. "Chloe, I need your help with something."

Chloe's brows lifted. "What is it?"

Inside the elevator, Evelyn tapped her shoulder. "Go talk to that couple. Tell them I'm willing to pay—name their price."

Chloe's jaw dropped. "Have you lost your mind?"

Evelyn remained silent.

"They're obviously scamming you! Why would you give them money?"

Evelyn exhaled sharply.

Chloe crossed her arms. "This makes zero sense."

Evelyn pinched the bridge of her nose, suddenly understanding why Nathan preferred Oliver as his assistant. Chloe's bluntness would probably give him an aneurysm.

She flicked Chloe's forehead. "Do I look stupid to you? I need them to take the bait. Meeting them is the only way to uncover the truth."

Chloe's eyes widened in realization. "Oh. Now I get it."

Evelyn returned to Soul and found Nathan standing by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the city skyline. He turned at the sound of her heels.

Before he could speak, she rushed into his arms, inhaling his rich cologne. "Sending affection this early?"

She tilted her head up with a playful smile.

Nathan arched a brow. "Just making sure today's nonsense doesn't ruin your mood." He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Consider it... motivation."

Heat rushed to Evelyn's cheeks, and she stepped back. "I don’t need motivating. It didn’t affect me."

His warm palm settled on her head. "Then why are you blushing? Unless..." His smirk turned dangerous. "You were hoping for a different kind of encouragement?"

Evelyn's entire face burned. If she didn’t retaliate, he’d tease her mercilessly. She shoved him against the window, a finger pressed to his chest. "You’ve been exhausting me every night. Shouldn’t you be worried about your stamina?"

Nathan's gaze darkened. In one swift motion, he hauled her against him, tilting her chin up. "Sounds like I’m not working hard enough."

Evelyn barely had time to react before his lips crashed onto hers. She pushed him away, flustered. "Stop messing around!"

Nathan pulled her back, his voice a rough whisper. "You started this fire, sweetheart. You’re putting it out."