Chapter 311

"Yes. It's been tailing us since we left." Samuel's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "I deliberately changed routes, but it's persistent. I'm going to accelerate. Please buckle up."

Evelyn secured her seatbelt and glanced at Samuel. "Don't stress. If we can't lose it, it's fine."

"Understood." Samuel met her gaze briefly before pressing the gas pedal. The car surged forward.

Evelyn wasn't overly concerned about being followed. She turned to peer at the vehicle behind them. It matched their speed, confirming her suspicions.

Too coincidental.

Her fingers curled slightly against the seat. An uneasy sensation settled in her chest.

Samuel maneuvered through three intersections before finally shaking off their pursuer.

Once the car steadied, Evelyn broke the silence. "Mr. Yates, were you followed when you came to meet me?"

"Not that I noticed. If they were, they kept their distance."

"Then that car was specifically tracking me." Her voice turned icy.

She didn't elaborate, but the weight of recent events pressed heavily on her.

When they arrived at Mitchell Group, Evelyn didn’t exit immediately. Instead, she sat in contemplative silence before asking, "Who do you think was following us?"

"Mrs. Martin, I can't say for certain. I'll report this to Mr. Martin immediately and have it investigated."

"Good. Speaking of which, Nathaniel mentioned Rosalind’s case still has no leads. Who’s handling it? Why the delay?"

Samuel stiffened. His gaze flickered away.

Evelyn caught the shift. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing." He kept his eyes lowered. "The investigation is... complicated. Mr. Martin assigned it to me, but I’ve been occupied lately. It’s been temporarily postponed."

"That’s fine. Just keep me updated." She brushed it off, though his reaction nagged at her.

Before she could dwell, Sophia arrived.

The sisters entered Mitchell Group together. Sophia leaned in. "Why the sudden visit? Is something wrong?"

"Where’s Mr. Mills?" Evelyn asked.

"I assigned him to work with the team you sent."

Evelyn said nothing, heading straight for William’s office.

From down the hall, Victor’s raised voice reached them.

"You two are here to assist, not dictate. I’m taking charge now. Your opinions are irrelevant. I know what Mitchell Group needs—no lectures required."

Evelyn exchanged a glance with Sophia. Her expression darkened.

They reached the office door.

Samuel knocked. "Excuse me, Mr. Mitchell is currently hospitalized. He requested the Mitchell heirs check on operations."

Victor turned immediately. "Sophia, you're here." He barely spared Evelyn a glance—she held no standing in the Mitchell family.

Sophia smiled politely. "Mr. Mills, Evelyn and I are here to assess the situation."

Only then did Victor acknowledge Evelyn.

As Nathaniel’s wife, she wasn’t someone he could outright disrespect—but he wouldn’t grovel either. He kept his tone neutral.

"Why are you here now?"