Chapter 634

The silver moonlight draped over the city like a delicate veil. Evelyn Sinclair and Preston Sinclair finished their lattes at the midnight café and strolled back toward The Grandeur along the cobblestone path.

Evelyn assumed Preston was merely being chivalrous by escorting her to the hotel. But when they reached her suite, the Wall Street tycoon showed no signs of departing.

Her eyebrows arched when he produced a keycard from his tailored suit pocket. "You're staying across the hall?" The realization dawned that their shared hotel wasn't coincidence - he'd simply been walking her to his own destination.

Preston's lips curved as he watched her unlock her door. "Goodnight, Evelyn."

"Sweet dreams," she murmured before slipping inside. Leaning against the closed door, she exhaled sharply before texting Bennett and preparing for bed.

Evelyn always powered off her phone before sleeping - a strict rule against midnight disturbances. The tranquil moonlight faded into dawn when her alarm chimed. Freshly showered, she answered the door to find Bennett holding two designer garment bags.

"Madam President, the car's waiting downstairs." His crisp tone matched his pressed suit.

Evelyn accepted the bags with a nod. One contained Ferguson Corporation's latest casual-chic ensemble - not their flagship line but perfect for today's agenda. The white silk blouse would accentuate her delicate collarbones while the tailored slacks projected effortless sophistication.

The second bag held Sterling Enterprises' unreleased "Aether" jewelry collection - lightweight luxury pieces destined to cause a media frenzy. Since last night's spectacle had already spent her social capital, Evelyn intended to maximize the return on investment.

The ensemble came together flawlessly. Minimal makeup highlighted her striking features while the jewelry added subtle sparkle. The look balanced elegance with youthful vibrance - no forced poise required when one was born into high society.

Bennett did a double take. "If you weren't running Sterling Enterprises, Hollywood would be fighting to cast you." His rare compliment drew a smirk.

Their strategy session had covered today's media play perfectly. Though last night's LED spectacle had limited official coverage, the rumor mill churned relentlessly. Rather than let speculation distort reality, they'd control the narrative.

Why pay publicists when hungry reporters would swarm freely? The black sedan pulled up to Sterling Tower's gleaming entrance, where a gaggle of journalists already clustered.

Evelyn's security detail formed a protective perimeter as Bennett glanced at his watch. "Mr. Sinclair left earlier - seemed urgent."

She shrugged. "His business isn't mine." The unspoken understanding hung between them - some doors stayed closed.

Bennett exited first, scanning the crowd before opening Evelyn's door. A hundred camera flashes erupted as she stepped onto the pavement, every inch the Sterling heiress reclaiming her spotlight.