Chapter 372

"They won't spare a single soul." Nathan's piercing gaze met Evelyn's. "Are you trying to draw the mastermind into the open?"

A slow, calculated smile spread across Evelyn's lips. "Do you think you can handle it?"

She felt the heat of his palm through the fabric at her waist as he lowered his eyes with a dark chuckle. "Worth every risk."

At Goldmann Corporation headquarters...

The break room buzzed with hushed whispers as employees clustered around takeout containers. "Did you hear? That Whitmore couple who harassed Mrs. Goldmann died in a car crash."

"Obviously. The 16th floor staff said they had the audacity to blame Mrs. Goldmann for their daughter's death and demanded compensation."

"Confirmed days ago. Honestly, Mrs. Goldmann suffered enough injustice. What was that girl's name again? Winifred?"

Rosalind froze mid-step outside the ajar door, her grip tightening on the files until her knuckles turned white.

Through the narrow gap, she spotted three female staff members exchanging gossip over salads.

"Who did Mrs. Goldmann piss off this time? She's been drowning in scandals lately. Serves those greedy parents right - karma's a bitch."

"Enough already. Didn't the husband survive? Wife died instantly, but he's clinging to life. Talk about twisted luck."

Rosalind's manicured nails dug into the folders as her face twisted into something venomous.

'Useless idiots! How could they let that old fool live?'

'He's seen my face. That walking corpse needs to disappear.'

At Viana Jewelry Studio...

Chloe burst into Evelyn's office without knocking. "Evelyn! Emergency! The Whitmores—"

Her words died as she took in the scene: Nathan feeding Evelyn a forkful of pasta with intimate familiarity.

Chloe turned to stone.

'Not this again!'

Evelyn snatched the fork from Nathan's hand, cheeks flaming.

'Thank God we were just eating!'

Nathan's glacial stare pinned Chloe in place, his displeasure palpable. She broke into nervous sweat. "I'll... come back later."

"Get in here. Now."

"Yes sir!" Chloe scurried inside, perching on the sofa edge. "Mr. Goldmann, Evelyn, how can you two be so relaxed? The Whitmore accident is spreading through the company like wildfire!"

"We know." Evelyn sipped her soup calmly. "Let the rumors run their course. We're just waiting for the finale."

Chloe blinked. "What finale?"

Before Evelyn could explain, Nathan massaged his temples. "Go find Oliver. He'll brief you."

"Oh." Chloe stood, backing toward the door.

Evelyn turned to Nathan. "Why not tell her yourself?"

He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. "Chloe's too trusting with those close to her. She might accidentally warn Rosalind."

Understanding dawned. If Chloe knew the plan and Rosalind questioned her...

'That's why he sent her to Oliver. He'll teach her discretion.'

Evelyn smirked. "Isn't throwing her to the wolves a bit harsh?"

Nathan's gaze darkened. "Some lessons must be learned through pain. But don't worry - between Oliver and Harrison, she'll be protected enough to learn without breaking."