Chapter 630

The mall's general manager beamed at them with unrestrained enthusiasm.

Evelyn Sinclair and Preston Sinclair remained impassive, their expressions cool and collected. The manager didn't seem the least bit deterred by their lack of reaction.

"You two are today's lucky couple!" he announced, grinning. "This is the grand finale of our mall's anniversary event, and your performance on that ten-million-dollar grand piano was nothing short of spectacular!"

The manager had already sized them up—these weren't ordinary shoppers. The man's wristwatch alone could buy a penthouse in Manhattan.

Though the woman was dressed simply, her handbag was a rare limited edition worth seven figures. These were high rollers, and he wasn't about to let them slip away unnoticed.

Evelyn arched a brow but said nothing. Preston caught her silent cue and stood, retrieving her bag from the bench. "We should go."

They intended to leave quietly, but as they turned, a well-dressed man flanked by four security guards blocked their path.

He smiled like he'd been waiting for them.

"Good evening," the man greeted smoothly. "I'm the general manager of this mall, and it's an honor to witness such breathtaking talent."

Evelyn gave a polite nod. "Thank you."

The manager's eyes gleamed. "Are you two together?"

A beat of silence.

Neither confirmed nor denied it.

The manager chuckled knowingly. "You look perfect together, and your chemistry on that piano was undeniable. You must be a couple!"

Evelyn barely suppressed an eye roll. Preston cleared his throat. "Was there something you needed?"

The manager gestured grandly. "As today's winners, you're entitled to an exclusive prize—one of the most generous offers we've ever given!"

Preston smirked. "Mr. Blackwood certainly spares no expense. Maybe we should encourage more of these events."

Evelyn nodded in agreement. "Typical Blackwood Industries extravagance."

The manager's smile faltered. Wait—do they know Nathan Blackwood, the CEO? His stomach dropped.

Too late for regrets now.

Evelyn reached into her pocket and pulled out a thick stack of receipts. "Here."

The manager's face paled as he took them with trembling hands.

The sheer volume alone was staggering. Then he saw the total.

His vision blurred.

The smallest purchase was $600,000. The combined sum? A staggering $50 million.

This woman—dressed like she shopped at a thrift store—had dropped fifty million dollars in a few hours?

His chest tightened. His career was over.

Preston smirked.

The manager forced a smile. "As our grand prize, everything you've purchased today will be fully reimbursed!"

He glanced pointedly at their empty hands. "Though it seems you haven't shopped yet. What a shame—"

Evelyn cut him off. "Everything?"

"Absolutely! Our mall is owned by Blackwood Industries. We don't make empty promises."

At the mention of Blackwood Industries, Evelyn's lips curled.

"Oh?" Her tone shifted. "In that case, I wouldn't want to miss out."

If it was Nathan's money, she had no qualms about spending it.

The manager beamed. "So? What would you like?"

Evelyn's smile turned razor-sharp. "Let's start with everything."