Chapter 124

Immigration records showed she had left the country but never returned.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Beside her, the instructor swiftly reloaded, admiration flashing in his eyes. This female trainee's marksmanship was astonishingly precise.

She was cold as ice, yet steady and composed—like a bottomless lake.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

After firing hundreds of rounds, beads of sweat formed on Evelyn Roland's palms.

She removed her tactical gloves and nodded to the instructor. "That was exhilarating. I'll be back."

The instructor smiled warmly. "We'll be waiting."

Evelyn turned and left the shooting range, eager to return home.

Her two little ones were waiting for her.

Just as she stepped out of the facility, Scarlett Orlando's call came through.

"Evelyn Roland!" The voice on the other end was practically screeching. "You finally answer your phone? Three whole months without a word, and you even sent Victoria to visit the set for you. And now you sneak out of tonight's celebration early? Are we done being friends?"

Evelyn rubbed her temples. In her earlier melancholy, she had completely forgotten about her best friend.

"Sorry, something came up. How about coming over tonight? I'll make it up to you."

"How?" Scarlett's ears perked up instantly.

"I'll cook you a midnight snack."

"That's murder!" Scarlett shrieked. "I've been dieting for my new role—no food after noon, got it?"

A faint smile tugged at Evelyn's lips, dispelling the gloom. "I've developed a new probiotic drink. Zero additives, promotes beauty and weight loss. I'll have Zachary deliver it to you tomorrow."

The formula for this drink had originally been a project she and Adrian Valentine planned together a year ago. But before they could bring it to life, their marriage had ended.

"Really?" Scarlett's tone shifted immediately. "Fine, you're forgiven. But next month is my break—you're cooking for me every day!"

"Deal. Move in with me tomorrow."

Hanging up, Evelyn headed toward the elevators. Around the corner, Adrian stood silently.

At the mention of "probiotic drink," his pupils constricted. It was the late-night business plan they had once discussed.

Back then, she'd often brought home experimental samples, eagerly making him taste them. He'd thought it was just a passing interest—yet she had actually made it happen.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a long-fingered hand suddenly blocked them. Evelyn stepped aside and looked up—her breath caught.