Chapter 900

Evelyn's face paled instantly.

Harrison had witnessed countless situations while working for Nathan. His words carried undeniable truth.

Did I just sabotage my own future? Dazed, Evelyn turned and walked away in a trance.

Harrison immediately contacted the security team downstairs.

"Keep an eye on that woman. Ensure nothing happens near Blackwood Industries. Once she leaves our premises, she's no longer our concern."

As a meticulous assistant, Harrison always prepared for every possible scenario.

Loose ends had to be tied neatly.

He thought bitterly, Mr. Blackwood sacrificed everything for Evelyn—even defying his own family—only to lose her in the end.

Evelyn, now indifferent to Nathan, proved far stronger than anyone anticipated.

As soon as Evelyn stepped outside, she spotted her rival, Nathaniel Graves, approaching with a triumphant grin.

He even waved enthusiastically at her.

"Evelyn! Always one step ahead, aren't you? Didn't expect you to leave the company first. Best of luck in your future endeavors—"

Evelyn's expression froze.

Nathaniel smirked and strode past her into the building. If not for Evelyn's self-destruction, this position would have been hers.

Harrison returned to Nathan's office, where the dim lighting accentuated the sharp angles of his cold, handsome face.

"Sir, Nathaniel Graves has arrived."

Nathan's voice was icy. "Hand him the documents and send him straight to his new post."

Meaning: I don’t want to see him.

Harrison nodded, retrieving the Pacific Crest International contract before heading to the door.

Once Nathaniel was gone, Nathan canceled all his afternoon engagements. He wanted no visitors.

Only when Tristan Whitmore boldly invited him for drinks did Harrison finally exhale in relief.

Meanwhile, Donovan and Natalie arrived just as Evelyn and Isabella emerged from Velvet Lounge.

The four decided on a spontaneous road trip.

A meteor shower was predicted for that night.

It had been ages since they’d acted on impulse.

Donovan volunteered to gather camping gear. His off-road vehicle, long neglected, finally had a purpose.

Isabella suggested a mountain outside New York City—perfect for stargazing.

Evelyn agreed without hesitation. Donovan wasted no time hitting the road.

Natalie fidgeted nervously. "Is this safe? Feels like rain’s coming."

Isabella scoffed. "Relax. There are four of us—what could go wrong? Besides, the forecast said clear skies."

Evelyn reached for her phone to update her family—then frowned.

No signal.

She turned to Natalie. "Can I borrow yours?"

Natalie handed it over silently. Evelyn checked—same issue.

"Nothing. Can’t even make a call." She returned the phone.

Donovan grinned, offering the car’s satellite phone. "Don’t worry. I came prepared."

Evelyn almost smiled—until she pressed the power button.

"Dead battery, Donovan. When was the last time you charged this?"

Three pairs of furious eyes locked onto him.

Just as Isabella opened her mouth to scold him, Evelyn gasped.

"It’s raining!"

They all turned. Fat raindrops pelted the windows.

Isabella snapped, "What are you waiting for? Turn around! No meteor shower in this weather—"

The engine sputtered.

Then died.