Chapter 502

Tristan knew he was in the wrong and didn’t dare provoke Nathan. If he pushed any further, he’d be the first one burned.

Zachary Whitmore was proof enough—Tristan was terrified.

After all, Nathan was the kind of man who’d choose a woman over his friends without hesitation.

Trembling, Tristan watched Nathan storm off. He didn’t dare follow, left standing there, utterly humiliated.

Gregory cleared his throat and clapped Tristan on the shoulder. "Wish us luck."

At this point, all they could do was pray Nathan wouldn’t make them pay for this.

Evelyn and Gregory left, stopping at a quiet café nearby for a quick lunch before heading back.

Since their driver had already left, they decided to walk.

Both of them were striking—tall, poised, radiating an effortless elegance that turned heads. Passersby couldn’t help but stare.

As they passed Stanford University, the lively energy of campus life surrounded them.

A group of students was filming what looked like a street interview, with eager volunteers lining up.

Evelyn and Gregory accidentally wandered into the shot. The interviewer’s sharp eyes immediately locked onto them.

"Excuse me, are you students here?"

Two girls stepped forward, blocking their path. It took Evelyn a second to realize they were being addressed.

She blinked, then smiled warmly. "What’s up?"

"Um—we’re doing interviews with people passing by. Would you mind answering a few questions?"

Their gazes flickered to Gregory, starstruck, barely containing their excitement.

But his icy demeanor made them hesitate.

When they turned back to Evelyn, their eyes lit up. She looked about their age, but her outfit was impeccable, her presence magnetic.

She’s so familiar… Is she famous?

Yet they couldn’t place her.

Evelyn’s expression was open, her smile genuine. There was no irritation, no impatience—just quiet amusement.

Instantly, the attention shifted from Gregory to her.

"So… is that a yes?" one girl asked, cheeks pink. "We don’t have a huge following, but we promise we won’t edit the footage in a weird way or cause any drama."

Evelyn laughed. "Sure. But just a minute, okay?"

She liked that they weren’t big influencers. These days, everyone had a camera and a thousand followers.

And she was certain they didn’t recognize her as the Evelyn Sinclair.

The girls beamed, then glanced nervously at Gregory. "Your boyfriend can sit this one out if he wants."

Gregory didn’t miss a beat. "No need. I’m fine."

Evelyn arched a brow but didn’t comment.

The student adjusted her mic. "So, what made you leave your last relationship?"

Evelyn froze for half a second before chuckling. Ah. That’s why they wanted him to step away.

But it didn’t bother her. After all, she and Gregory weren’t actually together.

Casually, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the diamonds in her lobes catching the light.

As she moved, her wrist flashed—a watch and bracelet worth millions.

She smirked. "Why stay with a loser when I’m this rich?"

The words slipped out, effortless.

The truth—the slow erosion of trust, the constant disappointment—wasn’t something she’d share.

The students gaped.

Well.

They couldn’t argue with that.