Chapter 455

"Yes, Mister Samuel."

Oliver had no option but to comply with Samuel's order. He turned, shot Evelyn a disdainful glare, and snapped, "Miss Whitmore, follow me."

Evelyn gave a lazy nod, stretching slightly before trailing behind him out of the office.

At the Almerian clients' hotel.

Three men dressed in traditional Almerian attire sat in the restaurant downstairs, conversing in their native tongue. Their expressions were tense, voices sharp with frustration as they discussed whatever had angered them.

Oliver halted a short distance away, shoving a folder into Evelyn's hands. "Those three are our clients. Need me to introduce you?" he asked icily.

Evelyn waved him off. "I've got it."

Relief flickered across Oliver's face—he had no intention of accompanying her anyway. The last thing he wanted was to witness the inevitable disaster when this arrogant woman embarrassed herself in front of their most important clients.

In his mind, the deal was already lost. Samuel was clearly using this as an excuse to rid himself of Evelyn once and for all.

Evelyn skimmed the documents swiftly, absorbing the key details. Then, without hesitation, she strode toward the Almerian delegation and greeted them in flawless Almerian.

Oliver, who didn't understand a word, settled at a nearby table to observe.

At first, the three men remained visibly irritated—likely still fuming over their previous incompetent translator. But the moment Evelyn spoke, their scowls melted into surprised smiles.

They gestured for her to join them, their earlier hostility replaced by warm hospitality. Evelyn accepted gracefully, and soon, the four were engaged in lively conversation.

Oliver's jaw nearly hit the floor. He rubbed his eyes, certain he was hallucinating. But no—Evelyn was effortlessly winning them over. His opinion of her shifted instantly.

She's actually pulling this off!

Meanwhile, at Celestial Bloom.

The maître d' brightened the second Samuel entered. "Welcome, Mister Rivers! Mister Grayson and Miss Amelia are waiting at your usual table. Right this way."

Samuel followed him to the private dining area.

Amelia was mid-sentence when she spotted him, breaking into a grin. "There you are! We were starting to think you'd stood us up."

A waiter pulled out his chair, and Samuel took his seat beside her.

After placing their orders, Samuel dismissed the staff with a subtle gesture. His gaze landed on Nathaniel, who was meticulously cutting his steak across the table.

"Apologies for the delay," Samuel said smoothly.