Chapter 379

Nathaniel's message burned into Evelyn's screen.

[Soul. What I demand is your complete emotional investment in this design. It must embody Holden Group's dedication to public value. I didn't hire you just for technical skill—I hired you because of the passion you poured into Celestial Pursuit. Don't insult me with this rushed, hollow draft. Evelyn, your talent is undeniable, but your effort here is lacking.]

Evelyn's fingers hovered over the keyboard. He wasn’t wrong. She had relied on polished technique rather than genuine inspiration.

He’s right. She exhaled sharply. Fifteen million dollars deserves more than a soulless blueprint. I need to approach this like I did with Celestial Pursuit.

Her reply was swift. [Understood. Give me time. The next draft will meet your expectations.]

Nathaniel didn’t respond.

Evelyn slumped at her desk, chin propped on her palm. The previous design was useless now—she had to start fresh. A new concept for Holden Group’s flagship building…

Morning light spilled through the curtains when Nathaniel left, instructing Theodore not to disturb her.

Unbeknownst to Evelyn, trouble was already at the gates.

Cassandra stepped out of the car, lips curling as she gestured to the mansion. "Mom, Dad—this is it. I saw her walk in like she owned the place."

Gregory and Victoria gaped at the sprawling estate. Downtown property of this scale wasn’t just about wealth—it screamed influence. Only families like the Graysons could command such real estate.

Victoria’s voice dripped bitterness. "Our daughter should be living here as Nathaniel’s wife. Instead, we’re stuck outside like beggars."

Gregory’s jaw tightened. Fifteen million dollars—gone, thanks to Evelyn. He’d get answers today.

"Ring the bell," he ordered.

Cassandra jabbed the button repeatedly. The gate remained shut, but the intercom crackled to life.

"May I help you?" Theodore’s polite voice filtered through.

"We’re here for Evelyn. Is she home?" Cassandra snapped.

Theodore’s tone cooled instantly. "And you are?"

Victoria smoothly cut in, nudging her fuming daughter aside. "We’re Evelyn’s family. We’d love to visit her, if she’s available."

Cassandra’s nails dug into her palms. "Ma’am," he’d called her. Just like Amelia had said.

"Did you hear that?" she hissed. "It’s true! That little nobody is acting like she’s—"

Victoria silenced her with a sharp look. Smiling at the intercom, she added, "We’d appreciate it if you’d let us in."