Chapter 809

The two men at the doorway remained frozen, debating whether to intervene and rescue Reginald Blackwood.

"Seize them!" Reginald's voice cracked like a whip. "Don't let them leave this room!"

Evelyn Sinclair's response was ice wrapped in velvet. "I'd love to see who dares try."

She released her cane and moved with surprising agility despite her injury. The polished wood clicked against marble as she circled the fallen patriarch.

Reginald sneered up at her. "You wouldn't dare lay hands on me."

Evelyn's gaze dropped, colder than winter frost. "Watch me."

Her cane struck the chair's leg with surgical precision. The antique furniture teetered before crashing sideways, sending Reginald sprawling across the floor. His entire body trembled with barely contained fury.

Humiliation burned hotter than pain.

The bodyguards lunged forward just as the door exploded inward. Nathan Blackwood filled the doorway, his expression carved from arctic stone. Theodore Winslow gaped at the scene behind him.

The mighty Reginald Blackwood - feared titan of Wall Street - lay tangled in furniture like common trash. Meanwhile, Evelyn stood poised like a queen, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. Even her crutch gleamed like a scepter in the chandelier light.

The guards recoiled as if Nathan were Medusa herself. They scrambled backward, suddenly fascinated by the wallpaper.

Nathan exhaled through his nose. 'Overestimated the old man. Evelyn's handling him just fine.'

His mouth curved into something too dangerous to call a smile. "Recovery looks promising."

Evelyn arched one perfect brow. "When your family keeps sending get-well gifts, how could I not improve?"

Reginald's face purpled. "Nathan! Are you blind?"

Nathan finally glanced down, hands pocketed, every inch the untouchable prince. Moonlight eyes glinted with something predatory. "Grandfather, you're clearly unwell. Your caretaker's been negligent. I'll have him replaced."

"How dare—"

Nathan didn't wait for the rant. He hauled Reginald upright with the same care one might show a sack of potatoes. Theodore swiftly intervened, steering the spluttering patriarch toward the exit.

Theodore paused beside the petrified guards. "You're dismissed."

They practically tripped over themselves fleeing. Club employees borrowed as intimidation props? Not their circus, not their monkeys. The Blackwoods and Sterlings played in leagues where collateral damage meant bankruptcy or body bags.

Three remained in the gilded cage.

Evelyn's smirk could freeze hell. Bennett stood sentinel behind her, a human shield with a glare that promised violence.

Nathan's jaw tightened at the sight. Annoyance flickered behind his glacial mask. "Grandfather's health is failing. Pay his theatrics no mind."