Chapter 925

Harrison's hands trembled slightly as he delivered the news about the Sterling family sending a private jet for Evelyn Sinclair.

The cost of chartering such luxury transport far exceeded the Sterling family's charitable donations.

Nathan Blackwood's fingers tightened around his silver cufflinks, the metal biting into his skin. His voice cut through the office like winter wind. "I asked about Evelyn, not her family."

Harrison swallowed hard.

"Theodore visited her yesterday. Ms. Sinclair's ankle has healed completely. She's been discharged from the hospital."

Nathan's glacial stare pinned Harrison in place. The temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees.

Harrison knew better than to lie. Not to Nathan Blackwood. Not when those piercing eyes saw through every deception.

"There's more," Harrison admitted. "According to our sources, Ms. Sinclair is now in a relationship with Preston Sinclair."

The words hit Nathan like a physical blow. His knuckles turned white against the mahogany desk.

"You kept this from me?" The quiet fury in his voice was more terrifying than any shout.

Harrison lowered his gaze. "The situation was already... irreversible. We didn't know how to—"

Nathan's arm swept across the desk in one violent motion. Crystal paperweights and leather-bound planners shattered against the marble floor.

"You had no right!" Nathan's voice cracked with barely contained rage. His usually impeccable appearance showed rare disarray - tie askew, hair falling across his forehead.

Harrison remained silent. No excuse would suffice.

"Get out." Nathan's command left no room for negotiation. "Clear your desk by noon."

Harrison bowed slightly, the motion stiff with resignation. He'd served Nathan for seven years. He knew when arguments were futile.

The moment the door clicked shut, Nathan grabbed his coat and stormed out.

He drove straight to Evelyn's penthouse - the one he'd purchased the units above and below just to ensure he could always reach her. His mind raced with unanswered questions. How could she move on so quickly? Was their entire marriage meaningless to her?

The elevator ride felt interminable. Nathan straightened his tie, attempting to compose himself before knocking.

The door swung open before his fist connected with wood.

But it wasn't Evelyn.

A woman with heavy makeup and calculating eyes blinked up at him. "Mr. Blackwood?" Her voice dripped with false sweetness. "Jacqueline Moreau. We met during the Horizon Media spokesperson auditions?"

Nathan's expression turned arctic. "Why are you here?"

Jacqueline preened, touching her hair. "I live here now. What a coincidence running into you like this!" She leaned closer, perfume overwhelming. "The previous owner sold it at a steal. Half the market value!"

The realization struck Nathan like a physical blow. Evelyn hadn't just left him. She'd erased every trace of their life together.