Chapter 791

Continuing like this was pointless.

Better to let things be. That way, Blackwood Industries wouldn’t find an excuse to retaliate and crush Sterling Enterprises.

Their PR team had been shockingly effective. They were even promoting Sterling’s ads now?

The humble act won over the public.

Amusing.

Lucas was baffled, but Evelyn remained indifferent to Blackwood Industries’ overwhelming response.

She simply instructed her team to stock up on inventory.

"This is it? Just like that? Those Blackwood people are so shady! How can you just let it go?"

Evelyn chuckled, glancing at him. "Of course I can."

Lucas scoffed.

"Women are so fickle. You were furious before, and now you’re smiling?"

He had hoped to see Nathan humiliated.

Begging on his knees would’ve been perfect.

Lucas would’ve filmed it and posted it everywhere. Let the world see Nathan Blackwood get what he deserved.

Evelyn’s lips curled slightly as she lowered her gaze.

Her tone was light. "I did a rough calculation. Blackwood Industries lost at least 870 billion. Our stocks rose. Including profits, we gained around 200 billion."

She tilted her head. "If they can stomach that loss, my little grudge is nothing, don’t you think?"

Besides, Preston Sinclair had been the real target.

Yet Sterling Enterprises reaped the benefits.

Preston was low-key, his assets concentrated in Pacifica. He gained nothing from this—just a tarnished reputation.

Lucas’s lips twitched.

So my sister sold her pride for 200 billion?

Pity he didn’t get to see the show he’d imagined.

Evelyn knew better.

Nathan’s dramatic online act wasn’t his idea.

Theodore Winslow’s doing, no doubt.

No corporate PR team would resort to such theatrics.

As they spoke, the butler entered.

"Miss, Mr. Sinclair is here to see you."

Evelyn smiled. "Let him in."

Lucas mused, "He visits so often. Think he’s just here for free meals?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Ask him yourself."

Lucas recoiled. "No way! You want Dad to kill me?"

She snorted. Coward.

Preston entered as rain began to fall.

Dark clouds loomed, but he walked in with effortless grace.

A distinguished gentleman, bathed in the dim light breaking through the storm.

Evelyn blinked, momentarily stunned.

"Sorry to intrude," Preston said. "Feeling better today?"

Though she hadn’t stayed hospitalized, doctors checked on her daily. Her meals were meticulously planned.

Health wasn’t a concern.

"I’m fine. Father returns from his fishing trip later. You should stay for dinner."

Preston’s sharp profile softened as he chuckled. "No, thank you. I came to see you before leaving. Some matters require my attention in Pacifica."

Evelyn frowned.

Lucas raised a brow. "Trivial matters need you personally?"

Preston hesitated, then laughed. "Oliver got into a fight at school. His teacher demanded a parent. He hired three different men to play his father—got caught immediately."