Chapter 49

Evelyn Carter smiled faintly. "I'm not afraid of them. That's exactly what I want."

"Oh?" Alexander Kensington studied her for a moment before asking, "You have backups of all their data?"

As a perfumer, it was standard practice for Evelyn to maintain duplicate records of her research. She conducted countless experiments on fragrances each year, making minor adjustments along the way. Each study spanned months, so having backups allowed her to cross-reference for missing data or errors.

"I did," she admitted. "But he took those too."

Before, she had been defenseless against Dominic Reeves. She hadn’t thought to transfer or hide her research elsewhere because she had trusted him implicitly. Everything had been stored in the company’s database, and Dominic had sent his men to confiscate it all days ago.

Alexander’s eyes narrowed as he processed her words. "Then I don’t understand. If you have no evidence left, why are you still so confident?"

Initially, Evelyn hadn’t planned to share everything with him, but since he asked, she saw no reason to hold back. "It’s simple. I wasn’t cautious around Dominic before, so I kept all my data in the company’s system. But a few days ago, he sent his people to seize everything. Isabella was there, but she couldn’t stop them."

The memory resurfaced, sharp and bitter. It only reinforced her belief that Dominic wasn’t just dishonest—he was ruthless. He had stripped her of every shred of proof, leaving her unable to defend herself against accusations of plagiarism. He hadn’t cared that she was his former classmate, let alone someone he had once claimed to love.

Evelyn paused, waiting for Alexander’s reaction. When he remained silent, she continued.

"However, I have one habit."

"What habit?" His curiosity was piqued.

Evelyn smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "When I take notes, I always jot down the date and my initials at the end of each day. It helps me keep track of my experiments—there are so many records that it’s easy to get confused. I also note the time frame of each test, but that’s just for my own reference. I doubt Dominic will notice."

Dominic was no expert in fragrance creation. He excelled in securing investments, managing production, and marketing—skills that made him a capable executive. But when it came to the artistry of perfumery, he had neither the interest nor the expertise.

"That’s clever," Alexander conceded, finally understanding her confidence. Everyone had their own note-taking quirks, and while small, such details could be telling. Still, not everyone would catch them.

"Still…" He hesitated, not wanting to undermine her, but they had to consider every possibility. "What if he doesn’t use the original notes? He could have someone transcribe them. Then the handwriting won’t match yours, and your markings won’t be there."

Evelyn gave a small nod. "You’re right. But I have a way around that too. I’m confident I won’t lose this lawsuit."

Her unwavering determination left a deep impression on Alexander. He admired this side of her—the unshakable resolve. He loved this woman and trusted her completely.

The next day, as soon as Evelyn stepped into DR Holdings, she noticed the strange looks from her colleagues. She wondered if something was wrong with her appearance. Then she ran into Theodore Montgomery from HR, and the reason for the stares became clear.