Chapter 807

Evelyn Sinclair arched an eyebrow.

It was clear Reginald Blackwood feared she might reconcile with Nathan.

"From what I know," the old man continued, "Nathan isn't the type to give up easily. He'll chase what he can't have, then lose interest once it's his. If you truly want him gone, you'll need a different approach."

His sharp gaze held decades of calculated wisdom.

Evelyn's lips curved slightly. "A different approach?"

"Make him watch you move on. Or strip him of his power. Either would destroy him."

Her smile faded as she studied Reginald.

Pleased by her attention, he leaned forward. "You're close with Adrian, aren't you? A staged romance would infuriate Nathan."

Evelyn paused. "Tell me, Mr. Blackwood—is Nathan actually your grandson?"

The cruelty of targeting his own bloodline's weakest point was staggering.

Reginald stiffened. "Of course. I'm only thinking of your futures. How else will either of you move forward?"

"How considerate," Evelyn mused.

He sipped his tea. "So? Will you cooperate?"

"I don't think so."

The cup clattered against its saucer. His voice darkened. "Do you still have feelings for him?"

Evelyn laughed. "Test your theory on him yourself. Since taking over Sterling Enterprises, I haven't had time to breathe, let alone play games."

Cooperate with him? Absurd. The effort outweighs any benefit.

Reginald's tone turned sharp. "You'd gain from this."

"Oh?"

"Imagine never enduring Nathan's harassment again. Isn't that what you want?"

She traced the rim of her cup, feigning contemplation.

"Honestly, Nathan isn't my only nuisance. And damaging Blackwood Industries helps no one. Surely you agree?"

His jaw tightened. She was proving more stubborn than anticipated.

"Fine. If you won't act, then help me remove him. Adrian will assume control. The result remains the same."

Interesting. Evelyn's brows lifted. So Adrian's the chosen heir? A weaker successor dooming Blackwood Industries. How poetic.