Chapter 101

Vincent Langley had personally selected Isabella Langley's chauffeur.

The man in his early thirties was more than just a driver—he was an exceptionally skilled bodyguard.

His chiseled features exuded quiet confidence.

The outline of his muscular frame was faintly visible beneath his tailored suit.

Seeing Isabella's determination to attend the banquet, he had no choice but to start the luxury car.

......

Evelyn Roland was organizing documents when Nathan Aldridge called.

An invitation to the international exchange banquet lay untouched on her desk.

The NovaCore project was finalized, awaiting only the final step before production.

Sterling Manor had been making waves recently.

She had just approved the Botanica cosmetics development plan.

Nathan was tasked with finding suitable partners.

After hanging up, Evelyn picked up her silver needles and headed to Christian Lefèvre's room.

The man on the bed remained unconscious, his shallow breaths the only sign of life.

The burn scars had faded, yet he refused to wake.

The agony on his face during the rescue still haunted Evelyn's memories.

The events before the fire remained a mystery.

That day, she had merely been passing by when she stumbled upon Christian and Adrian Valentine......

Finishing the acupuncture session, Evelyn walked back along the garden path.

The early winter wind scattered fallen leaves.

Rumors about Alexander Durand had been circulating for a month.

Various factions were searching for that elusive map.

Tonight, Evelyn deliberately leaked information—Vincent Langley held its secrets.

The banquet hall glittered with opulence, its nine-meter vaulted ceiling imposing.

Crystal chandeliers bathed the space in dazzling light.

A massive screen cycled through corporate promotional videos.

As Isabella entered, she crossed paths with Nathan and his assistant.

Nathan pretended not to see her.

Isabella blocked his way.

Tonight, she had abandoned her usual innocent persona.

A crimson gown hugged her curves.

Scarlet lips accentuated her allure.

"In such a hurry, Mr. Aldridge?" Isabella's red lips curved.

Nathan eyed her coldly. "Do you need something, Miss Langley?"

"Just a friendly reminder—don't be fooled by certain people." Her tone dripped implication. "That country bumpkin Evelyn—"

"Miss Langley." Nathan cut her off. "Did your etiquette tutor neglect to teach you manners?"

Isabella's face drained of color.