Chapter 365

Evelyn studied Chloe's expression carefully. "If they were truly being manipulated, they wouldn't have the courage to act out like this."

If no one had put them up to it, they wouldn’t have known about the feud between Winifred and Evelyn at the training camp.

Nor would they have dared to accuse Evelyn of being responsible for Winifred’s death.

Which meant whoever was behind them had to be someone close to Winifred.

At CKGOLD—

Nathan was on a call, his fingers flipping through a file on his desk. His gaze darkened as he scanned the contents.

"Keep monitoring them. And dig into Winifred’s parents—find out who they’ve been in contact with recently."

The person on the other end responded, and Nathan ended the call.

At the same moment, his phone buzzed with a new message.

From Chloe.

[Mr. Goldmann, Evelyn handled it!]

A flicker of warmth softened the ice in his eyes. His clever wife had already dealt with the two troublemakers.

Now it was his turn to take care of the rest.

The accusations from the Whitmores vanished from the internet almost instantly. Any attempt to access the links led to an error page.

Within hours, a new hashtag began trending.

#EvelynIsInnocent

It sat comfortably at number five—visible, but not suspiciously pushed.

Insiders from the training camp came forward, detailing the toxic dynamic between Winifred and Evelyn.

They painted a clear picture: Evelyn had been the victim, while Winifred was the relentless aggressor.

Evelyn had never laid a finger on Winifred, yet the latter had constantly provoked her, rallying others to ostracize her.

Winifred had even orchestrated a boycott against Evelyn—only to be publicly humiliated in return.

Someone even leaked Evelyn’s training results, proving she had endured the same grueling regimen as everyone else.

No special treatment. No shortcuts.

The post went viral.

#Now I get why Mr. Goldmann married her. Gorgeous AND badass!

#Why did Winifred think she could bully her? Evelyn was just playing along while being the boss’s wife all along.

#While the haters were typing, Zara was busy becoming an internationally renowned jewelry designer.

At Blue Bay Villa—

Evelyn lounged on the couch, scrolling through Twitter on her tablet.

Her gaze flickered toward the kitchen, where her husband was cooking.

A smirk tugged at her lips. "Nathan, did you clean up the Whitmore mess?"

Nathan, clad in a slate-blue cardigan over a crisp white shirt, looked effortlessly elegant.

He plated the freshly seared fish before answering, "I couldn’t let my wife’s reputation suffer, could I?"

Evelyn set the tablet aside and sauntered to the dining table, where Nathan had laid out their meal.

She arched a brow. "I’m starting to think having a husband who cooks isn’t so bad."

Nathan stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His breath tickled her ear as he murmured, "Then how will you reward me?"

She shivered slightly, laughing under her breath. "Dinner first."

Nathan pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck. "I’ll share some good news after we eat."

Her curiosity piqued. "What good news?"

He tapped the tip of her nose playfully. "Eat now, or… I might just have to eat you instead."