Chapter 927

Nathan Blackwood wanted to strangle Theodore Winslow at that moment.

Yet he couldn't deny the logic in the man's words.

Something still felt off.

Nathan's piercing gaze burned into Theodore, his voice icy. "What do you suggest we do now?"

Theodore didn't flinch. "Recall Harrison immediately."

A dangerous silence stretched between them.

No one dared make demands of Nathan Blackwood. Especially not over an assistant.

Theodore pressed on. "From what I've observed, Ms. Sinclair treats Harrison with far more courtesy than she does you."

That stung.

Nathan's jaw clenched, his expression darkening.

Theodore added, "Keeping him as an intermediary would be... strategic."

After a long pause, Nathan scoffed. "Fine. Dock his annual bonus and drag him back."

"You're the most merciful tycoon I've ever met."

Theodore exhaled shakily, his legs barely holding him up. Nathan's glare had been terrifying.

One more second, and he would've cracked.

Harrison, my dear cousin. You owe me your career now.

Nathan rose, his towering frame casting a shadow as he strode toward the stairs. "You'd better be worth the trouble," he muttered.

Harrison's competence and loyalty were undeniable.

Years of service had proven that. But Blackwood Industries didn't tolerate mistakes—no matter how capable the employee.

Still, Nathan preferred consistency. Replacing Harrison would be... inconvenient.

Theodore's hands trembled as he dialed. Harrison listened, thanked him, and hung up.

With relief, Harrison unpacked his belongings from the storage box. Then, he swiftly forwarded his latest findings to Nathan, adding:

"Thank you for the second chance, Mr. Blackwood. I won't fail you."

Nathan ignored the message and clicked the file.

His expression turned thunderous.

The report listed multiple properties Evelyn Sinclair frequented—all recently put up for rent. Tenant details were meticulously verified.

Nathan's grip tightened on his phone.

Was she cutting ties this decisively?

That bastard Preston Sinclair was to blame. And Nathan wasn't about to stand by.

His phone buzzed again—an invitation from Harrison.

The night was thick with opulence.

Golden chandeliers illuminated the grand entrance of the banquet hall.

Pacific Crest Enterprises was celebrating their heiress's birthday—an event that had drawn the city's elite.

Business flowed beneath the guise of celebration.

Evelyn arrived alone, draped in a custom lilac gown that accentuated her ethereal grace. Tall, poised, and radiant under the lights, she commanded attention effortlessly.

She had planned to meet Preston, but urgent business delayed him.

So she entered solo, her cool smile and regal aura making her seem untouchable—a celestial being among mortals.

Every eye followed her.