Chapter 730

The supervisor's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

His expression darkened instantly.

Evelyn Sinclair was attending this event. How could he have asked her cousin to work as a waitress?

Was this some kind of rich girl slumming it for fun?

Nathan Blackwood stood nearby, his face unreadable as he studied the supervisor beside Alexandra.

Nathan removed his ruined jacket, his voice sharp and final. "Make her pay for it."

No arguments. No negotiations.

Originally, he hadn’t planned to escalate things, but since Alexandra was Evelyn’s cousin, he knew Evelyn would get involved.

And that meant he’d get a chance to speak with her alone.

A smirk tugged at his lips. Perfect.

The supervisor gaped at him but didn’t dare question the order. He swallowed hard before nodding.

The Italian designer jacket Nathan wore was a limited-edition piece worth a fortune.

If Alexandra wasn’t from money, she’d never be able to cover the cost.

Alexandra froze, her face draining of color. She hadn’t even gotten the job yet, and now she was drowning in debt.

How was she supposed to pay for this?

"Mr. Blackwood—please—"

Her pleading fell on deaf ears. Nathan’s expression remained cold, unmoved.

Her little stunt earlier had been obvious. Anyone with half a brain could see she’d done it on purpose.

She’d hoped for a romantic moment. Instead, she got a bill.

Panic clawed at her throat.

The crowd watched in stunned silence. Nathan was known for his generosity—why was he suddenly so fixated on this?

Then it clicked.

This woman was Evelyn’s cousin.

Of course.

Nathan just wanted an excuse to see his ex-wife.

Clever.

"Alexandra," someone said, "since Mr. Blackwood insists, you can afford it, right?"

Being Evelyn’s relative, a designer jacket shouldn’t be a problem.

Alexandra’s hands trembled, her palms slick with sweat.

Her gaze darted around frantically, her eyes red-rimmed.

Evelyn and Natalie watched from the balcony, thoroughly amused.

Alexandra couldn’t afford this. Yet she’d had the audacity to spill wine on Nathan.

When Alexandra spotted Evelyn, her face lit up with desperate hope. "Cousin!"

All eyes turned to Evelyn.

Just as Nathan had planned.

Evelyn checked her phone and glanced at Natalie. "This place is exhausting. Let’s go somewhere else?"

Natalie smirked. "Absolutely."

The two women strode out, the crowd parting for them. As they passed Alexandra and the supervisor, Alexandra stood there, trembling.

"COUSIN!"

"Ms. Sinclair, please—"

Evelyn paused, letting out an icy laugh. "I don’t know this woman. Do I need to explain my relationship with every stranger who claims to be family?"

Then she walked away without another word.

Screw distant relatives. What a nuisance.

The supervisor’s face paled. Evelyn was clearly displeased. Losing two VIP guests was a disaster.

He signaled security. "Get her out of here. And make sure she pays."

This club didn’t let anyone leave without settling their debts.

Alexandra had no money—but she was also terrified of the cold-eyed men surrounding her.

She had no choice but to call every relative and friend she knew, begging for loans.

Nathan waited downstairs, freshly changed into clean clothes, his mood significantly improved.

He expected Evelyn to come plead for Alexandra’s sake.

If she did, he’d be lenient.

Ten minutes later, Evelyn and Natalie emerged, laughing.

She wasn’t here for him.

Nathan’s jaw tightened. Shadows darkened his sharp features as he stepped out of his car.

"Evelyn," he called. "I’m here."