Chapter 484

The Rivera Group offices were nearly empty when Evelyn finished work that evening.

She slipped into the restroom to change into the evening gown Samuel had requested she wear.

Last night after dinner, Seraphina had taken Evelyn to an exclusive atelier. Together they'd selected a stunning ash purple chiffon dress with delicate off-the-shoulder detailing.

The design was ethereal yet practical - the hem fell just above her ankles, allowing freedom of movement. Exactly Evelyn's preference.

Changed and ready, Evelyn returned to her desk to wait.

Twenty minutes later, Samuel emerged from his office.

Evelyn stood immediately, professional as always. "Mr. Rivers."

Samuel's gaze lingered when he saw her. The sight of her in that dress struck him unexpectedly.

Something warm flickered behind his usually impassive expression. An unfamiliar tenderness stirred in his chest.

His prolonged stare made Evelyn shift uncomfortably. "Mr. Rivers?"

Samuel blinked, collecting himself. "Excellent choice."

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "Are you complimenting the dress or my taste?"

"Both." Samuel didn't hesitate. "Gather your things. We're leaving."

Her bag was already packed. Evelyn followed him to the elevator in silence.

Oliver waited with the car at the curb. His eyes widened when he saw Evelyn.

He'd always known she was beautiful, but this transformation was breathtaking. She moved with effortless grace that put Amelia to shame.

Only one phrase came to mind - an angel walking among mortals.

Samuel cleared his throat pointedly.

Oliver jumped to open the door.

With the front seats occupied, Evelyn slid into the back beside Samuel.

Normally she'd relax during car rides, but the formal dress kept her posture perfect.

Samuel glanced at her rigid form from the corner of his eye as he scrolled through his phone.

"Planning to hunt for new prospects tonight, Miss Whitmore?" His tone was deceptively light.

Evelyn's lips thinned. "If you hadn't insisted on formalwear, I'd be far more comfortable in my usual clothes. As for your implications - think what you want. My conscience is clear."

Samuel pocketed his phone, oddly charmed by her sharp retort.

Yet the dress troubled him. The off-shoulder cut revealed too much. At such a prestigious event, he worried his less refined relatives might bother her.

The thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit.