Chapter 462

Nathaniel signed the contract with a satisfied smile, shaking hands warmly with the representative from Almeria in the conference room.

As they exchanged pleasantries, the Almerian delegate spoke rapidly in his native tongue.

Nathaniel turned slightly toward Evelyn, who had been translating throughout the meeting. "What did he say?"

With practiced professionalism, Evelyn relayed, "Mister Nathaniel, Mister Castillo said this has been the most pleasant collaboration he's ever experienced. They hope to continue working with the Grayson Group for the next decade. Their country values partners who are sincere and flexible, unlike the rigid corporations they usually deal with."

Nathaniel arched a brow in surprise. State-owned enterprises from Almeria were notoriously difficult to please, known for their arrogance. This level of enthusiasm was rare.

Clearly, the client was impressed—not just with the deal, but with Evelyn's flawless translation.

After a brief pause, Nathaniel offered a gracious smile. "Tell him we look forward to another ten years of partnership beyond this one."

Evelyn added a touch of wit to his words before conveying them in fluent Almerian.

Mister Castillo laughed heartily, then pulled both Nathaniel and Evelyn into a warm embrace before waving goodbye and exiting with his team.

Pleased with the outcome, Nathaniel studied Evelyn, an unconscious flicker of admiration in his gaze. "Miss Whitmore, see them out for me."

The instruction caught her off guard—but only for a second. A slow smile curved her lips. "Of course, Mister Grayson."

She had officially secured her place at the Grayson Group.

Evelyn escorted the clients to the lobby. By the time she returned, Nathaniel was already gone.

Oliver, his secretary, guided her to a sleek workstation outside the CEO's office. "This is your desk. If Mister Grayson needs you, he'll call. Otherwise, you do not enter his office uninvited. Understood?"

Evelyn nodded. "Crystal clear."

Her success with the Almerian deal had earned her Oliver's begrudging respect—but that didn’t mean he liked her. He hadn’t forgotten how this seemingly innocent woman had once disrespected Nathaniel and crossed Amelia.

After rattling off a few more protocols, Oliver turned to leave.

"Oliver!" Evelyn called after him.

He paused, expression stern. "What now?"

She crooked a finger, signaling him closer. Some things couldn’t be said out loud.

Oliver exhaled sharply but leaned in. "Spit it out."

Evelyn lowered her voice. "Does Nathaniel visit the office often?"

Oliver stiffened. Why is she asking about him? Is she still scheming against Amelia?

"Mister Grayson rarely comes here. Yesterday was an exception. Why do you ask?"