Chapter 237

Adrian Valentine listened as Evelyn Roland's footsteps faded away. Her words "I don't know how to love" stabbed his heart like a sharp blade.

His entire body trembled. His fingertips turned ice cold.

He was the one who had destroyed her ability to love.

He had fallen for her first. How dare she marry someone else?

Adrian sat rigidly in place, his gaze dark and stormy. Yet the corners of his lips curled into a sinister smirk.

Outside, Evelyn clutched her chest as searing pain tore through her.

She pressed a hand over her heart, struggling to breathe.

Only Adrian could hurt her this deeply.

"Evelyn, what are you doing here? Where's Adrian?"

Isabella Langley and her agent suddenly appeared.

Evelyn quickly wiped her tears and fixed them with a cold stare.

The agent, Giselle Valois, had been arranged by Vincent Langley.

With her sleek short hair and glittering diamond earrings, Giselle appeared sharp and professional—but hid dangerous secrets beneath that polished exterior.

Evelyn knew better. No one around Vincent Langley was simple.

Including Giselle. Her credentials looked clean, but her true depths were unfathomable.

"Why ask me about your fiancé's whereabouts?" Evelyn turned to leave.

Giselle blocked her path. "Evelyn, know your place. You don't belong in high society, let alone with Sebastian Orlando. Mr. Cortez only pities you."

"Do your job as an assistant. Don't embarrass the Langley family."

Evelyn scoffed.

More psychological manipulation.

Did Vincent really think he could isolate her by weaponizing her background?

He had miscalculated.

Now that she knew he'd murdered Alexander Durand, she would personally send him to hell.

"Who do you think you are?" Evelyn met Giselle's gaze head-on.

Giselle lifted her chin. "I'm Isabella's agent."

"My relationships are none of your concern." Evelyn's eyes flashed with warning. "Worry about yourself."

Giselle's face flushed with anger.

"Evelyn, Giselle means well," Isabella interjected with fake concern. "Don't get abandoned by another man—"

"Enough!" Evelyn cut her off sharply. "The real disgrace is the homewrecker. Don't make me expose you."

Isabella hated when she brought this up.

"We're getting married soon," Isabella taunted with a smirk. "The one who isn't loved is the real outsider. Adrian loves me. You were just a plaything."