Chapter 428

"What's troubling you? Your tension is palpable." Alexander's rich baritone voice caressed her ears like aged bourbon.

Evelyn snapped back to reality. A bitter smirk played on her lips in the darkness.

"Nothing important. Just remembered an amusing anecdote," she replied casually, though her eyes burned with intensity.

'Yes, an anecdote. A cruel cosmic joke.'

'He might cherish any woman in this world, but never me.'

At dawn, Evelyn prepared a lavish breakfast for Alexander before escorting Ethan to preschool with him.

The transformation in Ethan's demeanor was undeniable.

She'd never encountered a child who flourished so remarkably after being separated from his birth mother.

What kind of monster was Victoria to inflict such psychological scars on her own flesh and blood?

Blackwood Enterprises.

After the executive meeting concluded, Alexander escorted Evelyn to the corporation's prestigious jewelry division.

"With the department manager currently abroad for professional development, you'll assume interim leadership," Alexander announced before the assembled staff.

Every designer recognized the Lady Belle brand and its creator Vivian Prescott. More significantly, they knew her as the CEO's wife.

Evelyn accepted the responsibility gracefully. She would now shape Blackwood Enterprises' jewelry legacy.

Having familiarized herself with operations all morning, Evelyn headed to Alexander's office.

The elevator doors parted to reveal Yvonne clutching an ornate lunchbox, beaming as she dashed toward Alexander's private quarters.

Within moments, Yvonne's saccharine voice carried through the door. "Alex darling, I slaved all morning over this. You must try it!"

"Alex, you can't imagine how I pined for you during my studies in France—"

Her heartfelt confession met stony silence. Soon Yvonne emerged, lunchbox in hand.

Evelyn approached calmly. Yvonne's expression darkened instantly when their eyes met.

Without Alexander present, Yvonne abandoned all pretense of civility.

Evelyn ignored her—until noticing the malicious curl of Yvonne's lips as she passed. Then came the deliberate outstretched leg.

The audacity to attempt tripping a pregnant woman. But Evelyn maintained perfect balance.

Yvonne gaped at Evelyn's poise before meeting her razor-sharp gaze.

Evelyn's lips curved. "Perhaps focus on your own footing before sabotaging others."

In her confusion, Yvonne stumbled over her own feet. She crashed spectacularly to the marble floor.

"Ah!" The lunchbox exploded upon impact, its contents decorating both the floor and Yvonne's meticulously made-up face.

Now sporting a facial mask of ruined makeup and spilled food, Yvonne scrambled up furiously.

"You! Vivian Prescott, you tripped me!" Her shrieks drew curious stares from nearby offices.

Alexander emerged at the mention of Evelyn's alias.

Yvonne transformed instantly, tears welling as she rushed to Alexander. "Alex, this viper tripped me! Look at the mess she's made of my lunch and makeup!"

Evelyn chuckled. "She's right, Alexander. I did trip her—"

"See! She admits it! Such malice, Vivian Prescott!"

"I confessed freely. But will you admit attempting to trip me first? I merely returned the favor."

Yvonne shook her head violently, squeezing out crocodile tears. "Alex, I'd never—she's framing me! You know my gentle nature—"

"Check the security feed before lying," Evelyn suggested sweetly, gesturing toward the ceiling-mounted cameras.