Chapter 407

The air between them crackled with tension.

"Why don't you just hand over that insignificant little company of yours to Evelyn? Then she can rename it whatever she pleases, isn't that right?"

A deep, smooth voice cut through the silence.

A man strode toward their table and took the seat beside Evelyn without hesitation. "Apologies for being late," he murmured, his gaze briefly flickering to her. "I had some urgent matters to attend to."

Evelyn blinked in surprise.

She hadn’t expected Alexander Kensington to show up unannounced, even though he’d told her to call if she needed help.

Dominic Reeves stiffened, his expression darkening. "Who the hell are you? How dare you interrupt—"

Then recognition struck.

His face paled. "Y-You're Mr. Kensington?"

Though they worked in the same industry, Dominic had never actually spoken to Alexander before.

Their circles were worlds apart.

Dominic had tried—and failed—to secure a meeting with the man through connections. DR Holdings was too small to even register on Celestia Group’s radar.

Yet here Alexander was, sitting across from him, one arm draped casually over the back of Evelyn’s chair.

The implication was clear.

Dominic’s mind reeled.

"I heard you’ve been trying to pursue my girlfriend?" Alexander asked, his tone deceptively light.

Dominic’s throat went dry. "I—I didn’t—"

His thoughts spun wildly.

Girlfriend? Evelyn? But wasn’t she with Harrison?

His hands trembled slightly, his pulse erratic.

Alexander leaned forward slightly, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable edge. "I overheard your little proposal. You seem quite confident in your career, Mr. Reeves. And from what I’ve gathered, DR Holdings has been performing well lately. Impressive marketing strategy."

Dominic forced a laugh, though it came out strained. "Ah, well, it’s nothing special—"

"Except," Alexander interrupted smoothly, "those two new products weren’t actually your creations, were they? They were Vanessa Blake’s work."

Dominic choked. "Well, technically, but—"

"Honestly, it doesn’t matter who made them," Alexander continued, waving a dismissive hand. "Consumers only care about the final product, right?"

Then his expression darkened.

"Unless, of course, the perfumer in question was involved in orchestrating a kidnapping. Or covering up for a known drug addict." He tilted his head slightly. "I doubt the public would still support those products then. And the annual perfume championship? Well, that would be out of the question. What a shame."

His tone dripped with mock sympathy.

Evelyn stared at Alexander, stunned.

Vanessa? Kidnapping? Drug addict?

Since when did any of this happen?

And how did Alexander know?