Chapter 313

"There's a CK credit card with no password in the middle compartment of your luggage. You can use it."

To Evelyn's surprise, Dominic said that.

Evelyn quickly got up and searched through her suitcase.

Sure enough, she found a sleek CK credit card with gold accents. It didn’t look like any ordinary card.

"When did you put this here?"

"It doesn’t matter. As long as you can use it."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Being out there isn’t easy, so make sure you eat well and get enough rest. Take care of yourself when I’m not around."

His words warmed Evelyn’s heart, filling her with an unfamiliar sense of security.

She had always prided herself on her independence, ever since she was young.

Now, there was someone who genuinely cared—someone who worried about whether she was eating properly or sleeping enough. Her well-being had become his priority.

"Of course. You too," Evelyn murmured softly.

Dominic chuckled, then suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I heard the organizers invited Harrison Whitaker. He’s… difficult. If you run into him, try to avoid any confrontation."

Evelyn fell silent, replaying the day’s events in her mind.

Noticing her hesitation, Dominic’s pulse quickened. He asked cautiously, "Don’t tell me you’ve already met him?"

"...Yes."

Evelyn exhaled and recounted everything that had happened earlier.

When she finished, it was Dominic’s turn to go quiet.

"Are you upset with me?"

At first, Evelyn hadn’t thought much of her actions. But now, hearing herself describe the encounter aloud, she wondered if she should’ve been more diplomatic—especially when dealing with someone as influential as Harrison Whitaker.

Still, if given the chance to do it over, she probably wouldn’t have acted differently. She could tolerate many things, but blatant disrespect toward perfumers from Veridia wasn’t one of them.

"Not at all," Dominic said, rubbing his temples. He knew her fiery temperament well—but he hadn’t expected her to cross paths with Harrison Whitaker on her very first day.

Even Dominic couldn’t have predicted that.

He continued, "It worked out in the end, didn’t it? Mr. Whitaker didn’t lose his temper, and you weren’t kicked out."

"True. I owe that to Serena," Evelyn admitted.

"Without her, I might’ve been escorted out today," she added with a wry smile.

Of course, she knew that was unlikely.

As a top-tier perfumer, Harrison Whitaker wouldn’t have made such a scene in front of so many people—no matter how angry he was.

Besides, Evelyn wasn’t the one at fault.

The organizers had been careless.

Harrison’s anger stemmed from public embarrassment, not her.

Kicking her out would’ve only made him look worse.

"Still, it’s because of you," Dominic pointed out. "If you hadn’t made those connections years ago, things might’ve ended differently today."

He was genuinely surprised by Evelyn’s network. "I never expected you to be friends with Harrison Whitaker’s daughter."

Countless people had tried—and failed—to get close to Harrison, hoping to ride his coattails to fame.

Yet Evelyn had befriended his daughter without even realizing it.

"I had no idea Serena was his daughter. When we met, she was just a shy, quiet girl. I never imagined she was related to Harrison Whitaker."