Chapter 671
Evelyn Sinclair and Natalie Beaumont were so close they shared everything. Natalie raised an eyebrow.
"Who knows?" Then why did you invest so much in him? Aren't you afraid of losing everything?"
Natalie's lips curled slightly. "If I promote him, he'll earn far more than what I put in."
She paused, her tone turning cool. "I can lift him up, and I can also let him fall."
Evelyn understood immediately. "You don’t actually care about him?"
Natalie laughed. "I do, but business comes first."
"Fair enough." Their shared glance said more than words ever could. Lucas still had potential, but Evelyn couldn’t help feeling a pang of sympathy for him.
If things kept going this way, even if Natalie and Lucas were together, he’d always be the one at her mercy.
Just as Evelyn was lost in thought, Lucas returned with coffee and sat between them. Both women blinked in surprise.
"I just learned how to make it," he said with a smile. "You won’t believe it until you see it."
Natalie chuckled. "Then we’re lucky. Thanks, Lucas."
Evelyn stifled a laugh. His attempt at being both humble and impressive was almost pathetic. But when Lucas shot her a warning look, she kept her amusement hidden.
Propping her chin on one hand, Evelyn watched Lucas work with Natalie, thinking, I’m such a good sister.
Lucas moved with practiced ease, adjusting the coffee to their preferences—more milk, less sugar for Evelyn, less milk and sugar for Natalie.
She had to admit, his hands were a work of art. Every movement was precise, elegant. No wonder he never used hand doubles—his fingers were flawless on camera.
God really favored him.
Evelyn watched as he finished Natalie’s cup. The aroma was rich, the beans imported from New Zealand—expensive beyond belief.
Natalie reached for it, but Lucas stopped her. "Wait."
With his left hand, he lifted the cup. With his right, he grabbed another, carefully drawing a robin in the milk froth. The wings looked almost real.
Evelyn gaped. Natalie froze for a second.
Lucas pushed the cup toward her. "Try it. The milk’s special—low fat, no sugar."
He’s really trying to impress her.
Natalie took it with a smile. "Lucas, this is professional-level latte art."
Her polite praise made his grin widen. "It’s nothing. Come by anytime you want coffee."
Evelyn coughed, finally reminding him she existed.
Lucas added her usual brand of creamer—the one she drank every day. Just as she expected him to craft something for her too, he simply slid the plain cup over.
No design. No effort.
Evelyn frowned. Is he even my brother?
Lucas nudged it closer. "Drink it before it gets cold. Don’t waste it."
She forced a smile. This is how he treats his sister?