Chapter 309

Evelyn turned her head to look at Nathaniel, but remained silent. Whether it was out of reluctance or hesitation, she didn’t answer.

Nathaniel didn’t press further. His phone rang abruptly, cutting through the tension.

It was Samuel.

"Mr. Martin," Samuel said, his voice crisp. "I’ve just confirmed that the Mitchell Group has hired two new executive managers. Sophia Mitchell personally brought them in. After some digging, I discovered they’re from Dresden."

"I see." Nathaniel ended the call and set his phone aside. His gaze darkened as he studied Evelyn. "Did you arrange for those two to join the Mitchell Group?"

Evelyn tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You found out already?"

She didn’t deny it.

"I sent them to keep an eye on things. If anything goes wrong, they’ll handle it immediately."

She paused, then added, "I asked Alexander for them."

Nathaniel’s expression shifted. "He’s not an easy man to persuade. Why would he lend you his people?"

There was skepticism in his tone. Businessmen understood each other—favors like this weren’t given without reason.

Evelyn’s smile deepened. "Charlotte and I are close. Even though they’re not blood-related, they’ve always been like family. It’s not surprising he’d help me."

Nathaniel’s jaw tightened. His fingers flexed slightly before he spoke again, his voice low. "Evelyn, I don’t care why he helped you. But remember—you’re married. And pregnant. Keep your distance from other men."

Evelyn’s lips pressed into a thin line. She said nothing.

Later that evening, after dinner with Beatrice, they took a quiet walk together.

When Evelyn stepped out of the shower, Nathaniel was reviewing his schedule for the next day. She sat beside him, her damp hair curling at the ends.

"Nathaniel," she began, her voice steady. "Any updates on the investigation?"

He glanced at her. "Which one?"

"The person behind Rosalind."

Since the incident, they’d kept it from the Martins and Beatrice. Evelyn had been too shaken to consider hiring another servant.

But Nathaniel had other plans. He intended to bring in someone from Martin Manor—someone trustworthy. With Evelyn pregnant, he wouldn’t risk an unknown face in their home.

His gaze lingered on her before he answered. "No leads yet. But if there’s anything, you’ll be the first to know."

Evelyn nodded, satisfied for now.

She picked up her phone to call Charlotte, oblivious to the way Nathaniel watched her—his expression unreadable, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

The next afternoon, after countless inquiries and discreet gifts, Samuel finally had something concrete.

He arrived at Evelyn’s office. She gestured for Gabrielle to bring coffee, then shut the door behind them.

Gregory spotted Samuel and turned to Gabrielle. "Isn’t that Mr. Martin’s secretary?"

Gabrielle nodded. "Mr. Yates."

"What’s he doing here?"

"No idea. Ms. Mitchell didn’t say, but they must have something important to discuss."

Gregory’s eyes flicked toward the closed office door, curiosity flickering.

Inside, Evelyn motioned for Samuel to sit.

He did, taking a sip of water before sliding a photo across the desk.

"Mrs. Martin," he said. "This is Victor Mills. He’s been William Mitchell’s secretary for years. The entire Mitchell family trusts him implicitly."

Evelyn studied the photo, her expression unreadable. "Did Victor have any contact with the two who jumped?"