Chapter 651

Theodore observed Nathan's stormy expression and carefully explained, "Mr. Blackwood, if you restrict the post's visibility to Ms. Sinclair alone, it'll be pointless if she blocks you."

"Though this might slightly tarnish your image, you must endure it for Ms. Sinclair's sake!"

Nathan was irritated, but he kept reminding himself—this was all for Evelyn.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Nathan's patience wore thinner by the second. His expression darkened ominously.

If Evelyn didn’t call, he’d delete the post first, then personally ensure Theodore regretted his existence.

Just as Theodore felt an icy dread creeping up his spine, making his knees weak, Nathan’s phone rang.

Theodore exhaled in relief and hesitantly handed over the expensive device.

"When Ms. Sinclair speaks to you, don’t sound desperate. No apologies. And don’t delete the post!"

Nathan pressed his lips together, silent as he took the phone. His pulse raced.

"Hello?"

Theodore watched with admiration. Mr. Blackwood was impeccable. Even now, he maintained that unshakable dominance.

All he needed was to keep radiating that CEO authority.

"Nathan Blackwood! Did you lose your damn mind?"

"Post whatever sappy nonsense you want, but why drag me into it? Don’t even pretend it’s not about me—those are my initials! Any idiot would know!"

"Delete that ridiculous post. Now."

Evelyn’s voice was sharp, laced with fury. If not for her status, she’d have cursed him outright.

Nathan’s grip tightened around the phone. His jaw clenched, his cold eyes narrowing. Outwardly composed, the tension in his face betrayed his nerves.

"I won’t delete it," he stated flatly.

"What?!"

Nathan repeated, a mocking edge in his tone. "Only my girlfriend gets to tell me what to do. Are you applying for the position?"

The man who had always been submissive before Evelyn now stood his ground.

A thrill shot through him—along with a flicker of unease.

He waited.

The woman on the line spat out a curse. "Insufferable bastard!"

The call disconnected.

Nathan’s expression darkened further. His icy gaze shifted to Theodore.

Theodore swallowed hard. "Uh… You were right, Mr. Blackwood. Regardless of Ms. Sinclair’s reaction, we can’t back down now."

Nathan scoffed, fingers drumming lightly on the desk. "This is your last chance. Understood?"

Theodore shuddered.

"Understood."

He’d already cost Nathan five batches of rare fish—each worth millions. Debts he could never repay.

Evelyn ignored Nathan’s erratic behavior.

Lately, he’d flooded social media and her inbox, ensuring she couldn’t forget his existence.

Even a fool could see he was trying to win her back.

Hah. As if I’d fall for that.

She left every message unanswered. The only communication between them now ran through Bennett and Harrison.

Dominic Kingsley sent out the mandatory meeting invitations for Kingsley Tech’s quarterly review.

When Evelyn arrived, only Nathan and Dominic were present.

Her brow furrowed. "Did you not notify Mr. Sinclair?"