Chapter 307

The moment Vivienne Chambers opened her mouth, her gaze locked onto the live broadcast playing in Donovan Prescott's office.

Her eyes widened to impossible proportions, her entire body freezing in shock.

This couldn't be happening.

"Impossible..." Vivienne whispered, her voice barely audible as her face drained of all color.

Evelyn Carter was the hidden heiress of Kingsley Industries.

She'd just made an enemy of the most powerful woman in Dunhill. The realization hit her like a freight train, making her wish for a handful of sedatives to calm her racing heart.

Donovan's furious voice snapped her back to reality. "Do you realize what you've done? Our deal with Kingsley Industries is ruined. The financial losses will be catastrophic."

Vivienne trembled, but not from concern over company losses. She'd crossed Evelyn Carter. If the heiress decided to retaliate, crushing her would be as effortless as stepping on an ant.

"Mr. Prescott, this was all Giselle's fault! She's already been terminated. Please, you must understand—"

Donovan cut her off with an exasperated sigh.

What's done is done.

"Just get out."

Relief flooded Vivienne as she slunk from the office, already pulling out her phone. "Prepare the most extravagant gift basket you have. Nothing but the absolute best. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

She abandoned all pretense of work and fled the building.

Meanwhile, Summit Corporation hosted an exclusive after-party following the successful signing ceremony.

As guests of honor, Evelyn and Harrison Whitmore received VIP treatment that bordered on royal.

Dunhill's elite circled them like moths to a flame, champagne flutes raised in endless toasts.

"Ms. Carter, your business acumen is matched only by your beauty! Truly inspiring."

"Kingsley Industries' presence elevates Dunhill's entire business landscape. We're honored."

"After today's display, every company here is vying to collaborate with you."

Evelyn accepted their praise with practiced grace, downing glass after glass until her cheeks flushed pink.

Harrison discreetly intercepted several drinks meant for her.

Someone in the crowd teased, "Ms. Carter, your partner is quite the catch! Mr. Whitmore complements you perfectly."

Evelyn's blush deepened.

She shot Harrison a glance, disappointed to find his expression unreadable.

Then his deep voice resonated through the chatter. "Being by her side is privilege enough."

Evelyn's smile could've powered the city as she tugged his sleeve. "I need air. Let's step outside."

With polite nods to lingering guests, they escaped to the terrace.

Cool night air cleared Evelyn's head instantly.

She turned to Harrison. "Did their comments bother you?"

His brow furrowed in confusion.

When their eyes met, he shook his head slowly. "They merely voiced what I've long thought."

Evelyn's pulse hammered so loudly she feared he might hear it.

Harrison's gaze held oceans of unspoken words.

Finally, he breathed, "Evelyn... when will you let me prove myself to you?"