Chapter 811

Nathan Blackwood's expression darkened as he tilted his head to look at Harrison.

"Has Adrian been cooperative?"

"Yes, Mr. Blackwood. Young Master Adrian has been extremely cooperative. He only has one request—that you help conceal his involvement."

Harrison hadn't expected Adrian to be so determined to enter the entertainment industry that he'd abandon his usual adventurous pursuits.

Adrian was clearly infatuated with that woman, unwilling to expose her identity to the public. If the media dug into their past, their relationship would likely crumble.

Nathan scoffed.

"Fine. But if he dares betray me, I'll make sure that woman remarries Tristan."

Harrison swallowed hard. "Understood, sir." This was absolute torture.

Adrian would lose his mind if he heard that.

Nathan rubbed his temples. Theodore approached from the side. "Mr. Blackwood, did Ms. Sinclair like the gift?"

"Find more gifts for her. Eventually, one will catch her interest."

Theodore was stunned by the bold statement but couldn't help feeling impressed. There was no reason Nathan Blackwood couldn't win over a woman.

Then, something clicked in Harrison's mind. He spoke up hesitantly.

"Sir... Ms. Sinclair just transferred a large sum of money."

Silence fell over the office.

Harrison's scalp prickled. His words had doused the enthusiasm like a bucket of ice water. But he had no choice—he couldn’t possibly hide a transaction of 550 million.

Theodore shot him a sharp look before turning back to Nathan with a forced smile. "Perhaps Ms. Sinclair liked it so much she wanted to secure it properly?"

What a ridiculous excuse.

If Evelyn Sinclair wanted to keep something, she wouldn’t need an excuse. She obviously just despised him.

Nathan’s dark eyes turned icy, his expression unreadable.

"Call a meeting."

Sterling Manor

After returning home, Evelyn had Bennett escorted back to his residence.

She slowly walked through the garden, leaning on her cane.

The butler beside her looked concerned.

"Miss, why push yourself like this?"

Evelyn smiled faintly. "The doctor said I should exercise more."

"The ground is slippery. Let’s walk inside—it’s warmer there."

She nodded and followed him inside.

Before she reached the door, laughter echoed from the kitchen. It sounded like Natalie was visiting.

"Natalie?"

Natalie poked her head out. "Evelyn! Uncle William is cooking personally!"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

William had handed most kitchen duties to Lucas these days, rarely cooking himself. She hadn’t expected him to be in such high spirits today.

William stepped out, grinning. "How did the meeting go? What did Pacific Crest Enterprises say?"

Evelyn chuckled. "The person who came under the guise of Pacific Crest was actually Old Master Blackwood!"

William’s face darkened instantly. "What?"

Evelyn summarized the encounter briefly—omitting the part about the pink diamond.

Alexander, descending the stairs, looked furious, but his refined upbringing kept him from losing his temper at home.

William, however, had no such restraint. He stormed toward the door, still wearing his apron.

"That old bastard! I’ll tear him apart!"

Evelyn rushed to stop him. "Dad, it’s already settled. There’s no need!"

"He still dares to target you? Does he think this is thirty years ago when he held all the power?"

William’s face flushed with rage. He ranted for a full hour before finally calming down.

Fortunately, Lucas had taken over in the kitchen, so dinner was still served on time.

Natalie remained sullen throughout the meal.

"Seriously, is it true that Blackwood Industries is changing leadership?"