Chapter 933

The white coats bore the unmistakable "San Francisco Psychiatric Hospital Welcomes You" logo on their backs.

Evelyn Sinclair sipped her wine with a serene smile, satisfaction curling through her veins.

Kindness? Forgiveness? Not her style.

The ambulance she'd arranged was perfect for Cassandra Blake.

That clever little vixen who'd thrown punches had won Evelyn's admiration.

Fake innocence deserved swift, decisive action—no explanations necessary.

Preston Sinclair leaned in, voice low. "Your doing?"

Evelyn arched a brow. "If it were me, you wouldn't see a scratch. Internal damage only."

Invisible pain was her specialty.

Preston chuckled, relieved. "She had it coming. Half the room probably wants to hit her. Consider it payback."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I don't hold grudges. You make me sound petty."

"Then I'll be petty for both of us," he teased.

Their banter didn't escape the notice of a certain observer.

Nathan Blackwood's murderous aura could've frozen the room. "Are they together?"

His icy glare locked onto the pair as the CEO of Pacific Crest Enterprises swallowed hard. "No, Ms. Sinclair arrived first. Mr. Sinclair came later. Just coincidence."

Nathan's expression darkened further.

Mitchell's intel was never wrong. Their casual intimacy felt like a public taunt. His chest constricted, breath turning ragged.

Tristan Whitmore offered a weak smile. "Small world. People cross paths."

Nathan drained his glass in one go and stalked forward without a word.

Tristan's stomach dropped. "Shit." He hurried after him.

Nathan's smile was glacial as he approached, the air thickening with tension.

Evelyn's forced politeness when she noticed him cut deeper than any blade.

His voice was deceptively light. "I heard about your injury. From the mountains."

Preston had warned her. She kept her tone pleasant. "Just a scratch. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Blackwood."

The storm in his eyes betrayed nothing.

Watching her stand beside another man was agony—a visceral, carving pain. But he schooled his features, burying the jealousy festering in his chest.

So this was what it felt like.

He stepped closer. "Of course I worried. Lost sleep when you didn't reply." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Almost died from it."