Chapter 792

Evelyn and Lucas exchanged startled glances.

That sounded exactly like something little Oliver would do.

Evelyn pressed her lips together. "Then you'd better hurry. Oliver must be worried sick. Is your flight tonight?"

Preston nodded, checking his watch.

"Yes, I'm leaving right now. Call me immediately if anything happens." Evelyn gave a quick nod. Preston said a few more words before rushing off.

Sophia's little stunt hadn't affected Preston in the slightest. He couldn't care less about Blackwood Industries' reaction. As long as Evelyn was happy, nothing else mattered.

Nathan kept calling Evelyn, but she refused to answer. His messages vanished into the void. Her cold indifference said it all.

After days of silence, Nathan finally snapped. He stormed over to Sterling Manor, only for the butler to inform him bluntly, "Ms. Sterling has gone to Sandford."

She went back to the city that nearly killed her? Nathan's chest tightened violently. His mood darkened instantly.

In the car, Theodore eyed him warily. "Mr. Blackwood, perhaps you should reconsider. Ms. Sterling might not be in the mood to see you right now."

Nathan's jaw clenched. "She never is."

Theodore sighed. "Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Once her anger fades, she might—"

Nathan shot him a glare.

If not for Theodore's disastrous suggestion—and the fact that Theodore had somehow managed to clean up the PR mess—Nathan would have tossed this irritating man into the River Aurora to feed the fish.

"Any updates on Reginald?"

Theodore straightened, remembering he was now handling Mitchell's duties. "Yes. Harrison mentioned that Reginald has been in frequent contact with other Blackwood family members. Since you didn't restrict his visitors, the guards didn't intervene."

Theodore hesitated. The cutthroat politics of wealthy families were more brutal than he'd imagined. Even blood relatives couldn't be trusted. He pitied Nathan.

Nathan pulled out his phone, glanced at it, then ordered the driver, "Take us to Sandford."

Theodore tensed. Nathan was going after Evelyn. Again.

"But Mr. Blackwood, what about Reginald—?"

Reginald was busy plotting against Nathan, yet Nathan acted oblivious. Was that wise?

Nathan's voice was ice. "Let him scheme. I want to see how far he can go."

Blackwood Industries wasn't the same empire it had been thirty years ago. Did Reginald really think he still held power? Fine. Nathan would let the traitors reveal themselves—and crush them all at once.

The driver didn't hesitate. The car turned toward Sandford.

Evelyn hadn't planned to go personally, but the Sandford project was on the brink of collapse. Reporters swarmed the construction site. One misstep, and the entire venture would implode.

Though Jonathan Reeves was competent, he was older, slower to react. Under pressure, he'd landed himself in the hospital.

When Evelyn heard, she nearly laughed in frustration. Sterling Enterprises had invested too much to let this fail. She had no choice but to step in.

Jonathan looked pale and pathetic. When he learned Evelyn was coming, he insisted on joining her.

The exterior setup was nearly complete. Evelyn sat in the car, studying Jonathan. Her voice was frosty.

"I could strangle you right now."