Chapter 155

Nathaniel's piercing gaze locked onto Evelyn, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

The elevator doors slid open. Nathaniel strode out, hands tucked casually into his pockets. Lucas followed a step behind.

Cassandra yanked Evelyn forward, hurrying after them. She couldn't risk Nathaniel forgetting their lunch plans.

"Miss Whitmore! Wait!" A voice called out suddenly. Cassandra halted and turned to see Sebastian Monroe—Newmoon Group's vice president—rushing from the opposite elevator, smiling at her.

Confidence oozing, Cassandra flashed a practiced smile. "Mister Sebastian! What brings you all the way down here? Is this about the ambassadorship? Need to clarify anything else?"

Sebastian barely glanced at her before his attention shifted past her to Evelyn. "I'm not here for you. I was looking for that Miss Whitmore."

Cassandra's smile stiffened. She forced a laugh. "Oh—Evelyn! Why are you just standing there? Mister Sebastian wants to speak with you!" Her voice dripped with false sweetness as she turned, eyes darkening.

Evelyn approached warily, brows knitted. "What is it, Mister Sebastian?"

Sebastian stepped closer, a suggestive grin spreading. "There were too many people upstairs earlier, so I didn’t get the chance to ask properly… Do you have a boyfriend?"

Evelyn’s frown deepened. What the hell is this guy’s deal?

Before she could answer, Sebastian pressed on eagerly. "If not, would you give me a chance? I’d love to get to know you better."

Evelyn stared at him like he’d lost his mind. Did he hit his head or something?

Sebastian wasn’t done. "Honestly, I fell for you the moment I saw you. Just one date—that’s all I’m asking."

Beside them, Cassandra stood frozen, teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached.

Unbelievable! Why does everything always revolve around Evelyn? How the hell does a nobody assistant catch a vice president’s eye?!

Evelyn forced a tight smile. "Let’s discuss this another time, Mister Sebastian." She brushed past him without another word.

Sebastian smirked, trailing after her just far enough to ensure Nathaniel’s icy glare burned into his back.

Once they were out of earshot, Evelyn spun around. "What’s going on, Sebastian?"

Instead of answering, he raised his voice deliberately. "Thanks for giving me a shot! Here’s my card—my personal number’s on it. I’ll be waiting for your call!" He shoved the card into her hand, then—before she could react—pulled her into a quick, exaggerated hug before darting back into the elevator.

Evelyn stood stunned. Is he having some kind of breakdown?

She turned, only to lock eyes with Nathaniel. His expression was unreadable, but the cold intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

Cassandra, meanwhile, seethed silently. But she quickly plastered on a smile, sidling up to Nathaniel. "So, Mister Grayson… where should we go for lunch?"