Chapter 129

"Long time no see, Evelyn," the man said smoothly.

Evelyn's first instinct was to glance at Nathaniel. He was sipping his tea with deliberate calm, his attention deliberately avoiding her. Across the room, Cassandra and Vincent were engrossed in conversation, their laughter light and effortless as if they shared some private joke. Their voices carried clearly, though they made no effort to include her.

She turned back to Christopher and gave a polite nod, declining the glass of orange juice he offered. "I appreciate it, but I'm not thirsty."

Christopher's smile didn't waver. He set the glass down on the coffee table with practiced grace before settling into the seat beside her.

Evelyn arched a brow. "Mind telling me why you're here?"

"Nothing in particular," he replied, leaning back. "Film investments don't interest me much. Thought I'd find a quieter corner."

"Suit yourself." She dropped her gaze back to her phone, fingers tapping absently at her game.

Christopher exhaled, amused yet slightly unnerved.

He was used to attention—had thrived on it since he was old enough to understand his own charm. But Evelyn? She treated him like background noise.

It was... intriguing.

His gaze lingered on her profile before he finally spoke again. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you and Nathaniel don’t exactly act like a typical couple."

Evelyn paused mid-tap and lifted her eyes. "Define 'typical.'"

His smirk deepened. "At the very least, most couples don’t act like strangers sharing the same air."

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. "Maybe that’s just how we operate. You wouldn’t understand—being single and all."

Christopher's amusement faltered for a fraction of a second before he recovered. Sharp. Very sharp.

Evelyn tilted her head toward Vincent. "Speaking of, you know him?"

Christopher followed her gaze. "Vincent Blackwood? One of the most sought-after directors in the industry. Arrogant, but talented. Only works on high-budget projects—and they always pay off."

"What about his personal life?"

"Not much. His wife and kids live overseas."

"Good to know." She resumed her game without another word.

That was all she needed.

Cassandra rubbing shoulders with a director like Vincent? No way that was coincidence.

Evelyn’s fingers moved faster across the screen.

Sebastian could dig deeper later.

But one thing was clear—Victoria and Cassandra had skeletons.

And she was going to find every last one.