Chapter 839

Evelyn gestured toward the sleek black car idling nearby. "No need. My driver will take us."

"Goodbye."

With practiced ease, she used the cover of darkness to shield Isabella, swiftly guiding her into the vehicle.

Nathan was too focused on Evelyn to notice the woman beside her.

He didn’t suspect a thing.

Just as Evelyn reached to shut the door, a strong hand stopped her.

His fingers were elegant yet powerful.

Half of Nathan’s face was shadowed, his sharp jawline accentuated by the dim light. He looked like he had something to say—something heavy.

Evelyn met his gaze.

Nathan hesitated, his voice rough with restraint. "Evelyn… do you hate me for showing up like this? I just wanted to see you. I swear I’m not trying to make trouble."

The words were uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Evelyn blinked, studying him for a long moment.

Since when did Nathan Blackwood speak like this?

The silence stretched. Even the driver shifted uncomfortably. Isabella glanced back, sensing the tension. Nathan’s patience was fraying. Was this the wrong move?

He’d already failed with force. Maybe sincerity would work.

His expression darkened with frustration. Just as he was about to snap, Evelyn finally spoke. "Mr. Blackwood, did you forget to take your medication today?"

Nathan froze.

Before he could react, Evelyn pushed his hand away. "Drive."

The car sped off, leaving Nathan standing in the cold, his face stormy.

Medication? She thinks I’ve lost my mind?

His usual arrogance returned, his gaze sharpening like a blade. But as he watched her car disappear, something flickered in his eyes—something dangerously close to defeat.

Why isn’t she falling for this?

His jaw tightened. No. I don’t accept failure.

His phone buzzed. Harrison.

Nathan answered curtly. "Speak."

"Reginald Blackwood just secretly brought someone in from overseas. He’s making his move."

After their last confrontation, Nathan’s grandfather had been biding his time. Nathan hadn’t bothered digging into the old man’s schemes—until now.

A slow smirk curved his lips.

Finally, something interesting.

"Understood."

He hung up. Harrison frowned. This wasn’t just another power play.

Reginald Blackwood wasn’t just any opponent. He was the man who’d built Blackwood Industries from nothing. The man who’d handed Nathan his empire.

And the man who could still tear it all down.

Rumors were spreading—whispers of a war between grandfather and grandson, one that could destroy the company.

But Nathan never fought without certainty.

He always knew the outcome before the first shot was fired.

Evelyn dropped Isabella off at her apartment. The ride had been silent.

Now, Isabella hesitated at the door.

"Evelyn, I—"

Evelyn smiled. "Whatever you decide, I’ve got your back."

Isabella’s eyes burned. She bit her lip hard.

Her face was as flushed as her eyes.

"I spent every moment with Alexander trying to be perfect. And now? He saw me—like that—with another man. It’s over."