Chapter 642

Lucas hated Evelyn’s strategy.

But she knew Natalie best.

So he waited.

Meanwhile, Evelyn dominated headlines for three days. Stocks for Sterling Enterprises and Blackwood Industries soared.

Every socialite tried copying her—paid paparazzi, staged photos.

None measured up.

[Pathetic. They think buying trends makes them icons?]

[Unlike our CEO Evelyn, who earns it.]

When the board suggested another publicity stunt, Evelyn refused.

Too predictable.

At Blackwood Industries, Nathan Blackwood exited a meeting to find Reginald Blackwood waiting.

His grandfather slapped a magazine on the desk. "Why wasn’t I informed about the Sterling alliance?"

Nathan didn’t flinch. "You’re informed now."

Reginald scoffed. "Nicole—Evelyn—publicly endorsed this. She’s open to reconciliation. Marry her."

Nathan’s expression darkened. "The Harrisons are out, so now you want the Sterlings?"

Reginald’s face reddened. "This is for you! Do you not want her?"

Nathan stayed silent.

Reginald leaned in. "Then do something irrevocable. Get her pregnant. Force her hand."

Nathan’s gaze turned glacial. "She’s Evelyn Sinclair."

Not some pawn.

Reginald smirked. "Kidnap her. Stage a scandal. The media will—"

"Enough." Nathan’s voice was lethal. "Try anything, and I’ll ship you to Switzerland like Mother."

Reginald paled.

Nathan turned away.

He’d win Evelyn—but not like this.