Chapter 518

The Labyrinth of Santo Tower

Evelyn Sinclair barely stepped out of the car when Lucas Sterling slammed the accelerator and sped away.

He was clearly throwing a tantrum.

A familiar voice called out. "Ms. Sinclair!"

She turned to see Theodore Winslow jogging toward her, slightly out of breath. In his hands was an elegant blue custom-made box.

Evelyn's expression darkened.

Nathan Blackwood just wouldn't give up. His persistence was becoming increasingly shameless.

Theodore presented the box with a practiced smile. "Good morning, Ms. Sinclair. Mr. Blackwood personally selected these for you. Freshly flown in from New Zealand. He hopes you'll appreciate them."

Without waiting for her response, he opened the lid.

Inside lay a bouquet of exquisite red roses.

The entrance of Sterling Enterprises buzzed with employees coming and going. It was obvious Nathan wanted to make a public statement—to mark his territory.

Evelyn saw right through his petty game.

She kept her voice cool. "I don't want them. Take them back."

Theodore chuckled nervously, rubbing his hands together. "Ms. Sinclair, while you've moved out of Highland Estates, your packages keep arriving. I've been storing them for you."

Evelyn blinked. She'd nearly forgotten about the numerous items she'd ordered during her time there.

Her tone softened slightly. "Thank you, Theodore."

He waved dismissively. "No need for thanks. Flowers this magnificent deserve someone equally extraordinary. If you refuse them, their beauty would be wasted."

Against her better judgment, Evelyn accepted the box with a small smile. "Just this once. Don't expect it to happen again."

She only took them because of Theodore.

"Understood!" Theodore beamed, watching as she walked toward the building before returning to the sleek Range Rover parked discreetly nearby.

Inside the vehicle, Nathan observed everything.

His mood lifted when he saw her accept the flowers.

She actually took them?

Her initial coldness had melted into something almost... gentle? The abrupt change puzzled him.

Theodore slid into the passenger seat. "Ms. Sinclair was delighted when she learned the flowers were from you! I told you—women love grand gestures. The more lavish, the better."

A satisfied smirk tugged at Nathan's lips. The confidence that had been crushed yesterday began rebuilding.

"I'll deliver them personally tomorrow," he declared.

Theodore's smile faltered. "But sir—"

"I'll make time," Nathan stated firmly.

Theodore swallowed his protest. He feared the emotional whiplash his employer might soon experience.

Before the car could start, the driver suddenly spoke up.

"Another flower delivery for Ms. Sinclair!"

All eyes turned toward the building's entrance.

Somehow, Evelyn had received a second bouquet before even reaching her office—this time a stunning arrangement of pristine white roses, radiating purity and grace.

Little Oliver Sinclair held them proudly. "Pretty Lady! These are from me and Daddy! For good luck!"

Evelyn paused, then laughed. "That's... quite the blessing."

She adored them.

The white roses' understated elegance screamed Preston Sinclair's refined taste. Just like the man himself—modest yet unforgettable.

"Pretty Lady, can I stay with you? I promise I won't be any trouble!" Oliver clasped his tiny hands together, putting on his most angelic face.

Evelyn couldn't resist ruffling his curls. "Of course you can!"

Hand in hand, they entered the building. She casually handed the red roses to a security guard while carrying the white bouquet upstairs.

From his car, Nathan witnessed everything.

Dark clouds gathered over his handsome features.

That damn Sinclair boy was just as irritating as his father.