He knew Damien wasn't bluffing and was capable of sending his men over to the club that he was. It wouldn't cost Damien anything to do that and finding his location was just a very simple task for Damien's men to do. The last thing he wanted was for Damien to have his men embarrass him public when they come and drag him out. “Fine, I'm on it. Give me a moment." Edwin finally stood up where he was seated and walked over to the private section in the club where the music was much less than the main club.“I can hear you properly right now." Edwin announced after taking a seat on one of the couch places in the private section." I have a job for you.” Damien dryly revealed. He didn't bother to repeat the previous question he asked Edwin because he already suspected that Nathalia must have called Edwin.Edwin paused for a few moments without saying anything. Since when did his cousin have a job for him? Although he always helps Damien to carry out some tasks, like representing him at some
Damien didn't place his cellphone down after he hung up the call with Edwin. Instead, he dialed another number.Meanwhile, Shane was laying down on his bed at his apartment sleeping with a small peaceful smile on his face. He was glad that today was Friday which means that he was going to two days of peaceful sleep and no working. Shane was always the happiest on Fridays because he knew that he would have no work to do for his cold boss in the next two days.Just as Shane was reminiscing gently in his sleep, his cell phone went off on the bedside table next to him. He let out a small groan and reached out for his cellphone, already used to his phone, he picked the call without glancing at the caller's ID.“Hello?" Shane groggily answered.“I need you to find the best dress designer in the country and send a dress to Evangeline Carter's apartment tomorrow.” Damien's cold voice sounded from the phone.Hearing his Boss voice, Shane quickly removed the eyemask from his face and glanced at
That was true, she was the same famous designer Mark had hired to make Christine's dress. After she had made Christine's dress first and had it delivered to her, she suddenly came up with a better way to design and make the dress look stunning but it was too late because she had given the first dress to Christine. Not wanting her fresh design to go to waste, the designer decided to remake the dress in the style of the new design she thought about. She planned to resend this new design of dress to Christine after she completed it. However, looking at the situation on ground, she couldn't agree more with her assistant and decided to send this dress to Shane. Although both the dress she had made now and the one she sent to Christine look exactly the same, there was only a slight difference in this new dress she made that the one she sent to Christine didn't have. Moreover, the designer thought that sending this new dress to Shane would solve her problem and also she was sure that it wou
Eva suddenly thought of something. “Didn't you have a dress delivered to me?" She questioned immediately."No, I didn't.” Nathalia curtly replied when she heard Eva's question. Eva let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead after hearing Nathalia's sharp response. “I shouldn't have jumped to the conclusion that it was you who sent the dress." Eva muttered silently to herself but Nathalia heard her clearly.“Did you receive a dress?” Nathalia suddenly asked. “Ah, yes I did. One of the apartment workers came to deliver a package to me but judging from the look of the package, I can tell that it's a dress and the first person that came to my mind was you. I knew you were not really satisfied with the dress we had bought yesterday.” Eva explained to Nathalia about what happened. Nathalia frowned at Eva's explanation. “Then who would have sent the package to you out of nowhere?” Nathalia inquired. She didn't have someone send a dress to Eva. It was true that she wasn't satisfied with the dr
The following day, which was mainly the big day of the Grason Patriarch's birthday. Eva woke up later than expected due to the fact that she wasn't a person who wakes up early and she had spent her quality time watching movies till it was late last night. Eva, who had forgotten what plan she had today, lazily rolled over on her side and slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. “The party!" Eva suddenly remembered that today was the party. She immediately spring up in the bed, removing the bed cover off her body and climbing out of the bed upon realizing it was already late in the afternoon which meant she had very little time to get ready.“Damn sleep! Damn you too Eva!" Eva berated herself for waking up late again, she ought to fix her sleeping habit of waking up late.Pacing back and forth in her room, arranging the messy bed. She had less than three hours before the banquet and she hadn't gotten dressed.“Ouch!" Eva let out a loud groan of pain when she suddenly hit her l
Nathalia, who was just walking out of the bathroom dressed in a white bathrobe and a big towel in her hand that she was using to dry her wet hair, heard her phone buzzing on the bedside table. She walked over and picked up her phone and saw that it was text from Eva. “She is still worried about me in this situation." Nathalia muttered after reading Eva's message and typed a reply on her phone.[Nathy: it's nothing serious, you don't have to be worried.] Nathy sent her reply. She had already confirmed with Edwin when she saw Eva's first message and Edwin had assured her that he would be at the party. Although Nathalia was a little bit guilty for lying to her best friend, she had no choice. However, Nathalia wasn't aware of the changes in Eva's date to the party.A few moments later, her phone buzzed again with another notification message. [Eva: But I have a car. So why are you sending a car over to pick me up?] Nathalia paused, not knowing what to reply. She hadn't ordered any car t
“You mean the same Evangeline Carter? The vixen who was known as the Queen of the socialites?" One of the other women in the group asked in confirmation by addressing Eva by one of the nicknames she was given. “Who else if not her?" The first lady replied, her eyes sparkling with gossip.“I thought that venomous woman was dead or something?" A lady in the group suddenly chirped into the conversation, making the other women turn their heads to look at her with a surprised look on their faces. It was obvious that they were all taken aback by her words. “My gosh! Why did you make a remark like that?" One woman, who was quicker to regain her composure than the rest, couldn't help but question. Yes, they all have their dislikes towards Eva but saying something like that in the public was too much.“What? You can't blame me for thinking that way! That crazy bit*h has been absent or seen anywhere for the past nine months and there was no news about her. So I thought she might have committe
When the car in front of her Rolls Royce finally drove away, Eva knew that it was her turn to climb out of the car. She warily glanced at the red carpet before rolling her eyes. The minute her car drove to the start of the red carpet, the camera turned their attention and zoomed into the expensive car.Everyone was curious to see who would be the dazzling man or woman that would be stepping out of such a wealthy and expensive car. They held their breath in anticipation when the chauffeur stepped out of the car. Even the driver looked handsome and well-built! Then the person sitting in the car must have been someone extremely influential!The chauffeur used his built body to block the people's view and then opened the back seat door slightly. “Are you ready, Ma'am?" He asked, still using his body to block off the bright flashes from the camera. He had noticed the nervous look on Eva's face earlier, that was why he wanted to confirm if Eva was ready before he opened the door.“I'm ready
Lucien entered the living room with his usual quiet air, his school bag slung over one shoulder. His dark eyes, cold and unreadable, briefly scanned the room before landing on his mother, Laura, seated gracefully on the couch with a teacup in hand. Her posture was as poised as ever, but Lucien’s sharp gaze detected the faint smugness that usually lingered after one of her scheming conversations with Christine.He said nothing, brushing past her with the silent intent of heading upstairs. His long strides were interrupted when Laura called out, her tone laced with a false warmth."Lucien," she said, setting her teacup down. "Come here for a moment."Lucien stopped mid-step, his back stiffening. He slowly turned around, his expression blank but his sharp gaze silently questioning her interruption.Laura’s smile wavered under his cold stare, but she maintained her composure. "Christine just got back a while ago. Why don’t you go upstairs and greet her?"Lucien raised an eyebrow, crossing
Christine stormed into the Carter mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, her jaw clenched tightly in frustration. She tossed her designer bag onto the couch, her lips pressed into a thin line as she paced back and forth. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a relentless reel—Eva’s smirk, her cutting words, the way she had effortlessly dismissed Christine in front of everyone. It was a humiliation Christine couldn’t stomach."That woman," she hissed under her breath. "She always finds a way to one-up me. How does she always come out on top?"Laura, who had been sitting in the adjacent room sipping tea, looked up as her daughter’s angry footsteps echoed. She set her cup down gracefully and stood, smoothing her dress as she approached Christine."Christine," Laura said in a calm, measured tone, "what’s the matter now?"Christine stopped pacing and turned to her mother, her eyes blazing with frustration. "It’s Eva! She humiliated me again today, in front
Once the deal was official, she turned to leave the meeting room with Gwen and Trix at her side. They made their way down the sleek hallway of HB Industry, their footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Just as they neared the exit, they came across Christine and her entourage, who had just arrived.Christine’s eyes widened when she saw Eva. Her usual fake smile quickly appeared, though there was a slight tension in her features. Eva wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel disgusted as Christine approached her.“Sister!” Christine said, her voice sweet and syrupy as she stepped forward. “I am so sorry for being late. I didn’t mean to hold up the meeting like this. I just got caught up in some last-minute details.”Eva’s expression remained neutral, but she couldn’t help the slight roll of her eyes at Christine’s words. She had no intention of entertaining Christine’s faux apology, but Christine wasn’t finished yet.“Oh, and about last night,” Christine said in a tone that was just loud
In the sleek, minimalist meeting room at HB Industry, Eva sat at the center, sitting by her sides were none other than Gwen and Trix, with her official company lawyer at her side. They were all dressed sharply, the atmosphere tense as they awaited the start of the meeting. On the other side of the polished conference table, Mr. Carl and his HB Industry team sat with the Whyte Corps representatives, their suits impeccably pressed and faces expressionless.It was a rare sight to see Eva waiting this long, especially for a meeting she had no patience for. She had already signed the contract in her mind, but the delays were irking her. The anticipation of what was supposed to be a routine procedure seemed to drag on indefinitely. The room had grown uncomfortably still as they all waited for the meeting to start. Eva’s fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of her chair, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes about her impatience .With a soft sigh, Eva glanced at Gwen and Trix, silently expre
She stood at the doorway, adjusting the strap of her handbag as she prepared to leave for HB Industry. Damien followed her to the entrance, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, though his piercing gaze gave away his reluctance to let her go.“Don’t forget to call me if anything comes up,” he said, his deep voice steady yet tinged with a protective edge.“I won’t,” Eva replied with a small smile. She turned to open the door when his voice stopped her.“Wait.”She turned back, one brow raised in question.“You’re leaving without giving me a proper goodbye?” Damien asked, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.Eva blinked, caught off guard by his request. “A proper goodbye? You’re serious?”He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a cocoon. “I don’t joke about such things. A goodbye kiss is mandatory.”Her cheeks flushed slightly, though she masked it with a playful roll of her eyes. “Fine,” she relented, taking a step toward him. “But I’ll only give yo
After a pause, George returned to the phone. “Damon Cross,” he said, purposely mispronouncing the name to irritate him.Damien felt his nose twitch at the deliberate and grating mispronunciation of his name, but he maintained a polite tone, reminding himself he was speaking to an elder. “Yes, Grandfather?” He replied smoothly, emphasizing the title in retaliation. Two could easily play the game of pettiness.George resisted the urge to march over to the banquet and knock some sense into the boy for daring to use that title. Grandfather? He scoffed internally. ‘If you want to call me that, first show me a ring on her finger—and then give me some great-grandkids before you even think about it! I wonder what that useless grandfather of his taught him.’“Now listen clearly to me. If she stays at your house, it’s for tonight only. And if I find out you’ve done anything improper, I’ll personally see to it that you’re castrated. Do you understand?”Julian, overhearing the threat, nearly cho
---As the banquet neared its end, Damien escorted Eva to his car. He fully intended to take her home—to their home—hoping to spend the night by her side. But his plans were thwarted by an all-too-familiar figure: her meddling grandfather.The moment Eva settled into the car, her phone rang. Damien, still holding the door open for her, frowned at the sound. When he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened further. Of course, it was him.While Eva answered the call, Damien’s sharp eyes scanned the area. Hidden in the shadows near the back entrance, a figure lurked—one of George’s men, undoubtedly there to keep tabs on her. His presence only worsened Damien’s mood.“Yes, Grandfather, I’m leaving the banquet now,” Eva said into the phone, her tone polite but weary. “Yes, I’ve made a few connections… I’m heading home? No, not to Damien’s. I know, I know, there will be more rumors if—”Before she could finish, Damien snatched the phone from her hand.“She’ll be perfectly safe with me,”
Eva turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you do this?" She lifted her gaze to meet his, realizing he had been watching her the entire time, his piercing eyes fixed solely on her. She had heard whispers, unconfirmed reports that Lydia was behind the replica of the blue dress that was sent to her. But to see her now, reduced to this state, it seemed the consequences of her actions were almost... excessive. "Yes," Damien replied without hesitation, his tone calm but firm. He tried to guide her out of the banquet, his hand lightly pressing against her back, but Eva stood her ground, refusing to move. "Why?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Damien’s sharp eyes narrowed at her question, his jaw tightening. What did she mean, why? That woman had orchestrated her public disgrace, and now Eva was hesitating, questioning the justice served? Did she not understand that showing mercy to enemies was akin to betraying herself? "She was responsible for your humiliati
Christine’s nails dug into her palm, her anger simmering beneath a mask of civility. She longed to lash out, but Damien’s presence reminded her of her place. Any wrong move could lead to her downfall.“It’s unbecoming to insult others so publicly…” Christine’s voice was a deliberate attempt at calm, but it lacked conviction.“The truth often stings, get over it.” Eva replied coldly, her unapologetic tone reinforcing her dominance. The crowd e were not even surprised by her response because they were used to this behavior of hers, but they were taken back by Christine's sudden desire to argue with Eva.Wasn't Wasn’t Christine supposed to be the passive type, the one who ended arguments rather than starting or joining them? The sudden shift in her behavior was beginning to alter everyone’s perception of her, casting doubt on the image she had so carefully cultivated.Dusti standing nearby with a glass of wine, observed the scene with quiet amusement. Eva’s sharp wit was refreshing, a st