Chapter 330

Having a sister like Danielle was utterly draining.

Gregory and the Wilsons shared an adoptive bond. Danielle wasn't his biological sister, but her domineering personality made every interaction exhausting. Even Evelyn, an outsider, found her behavior appallingly rude. Yet Gregory always tolerated it.

Since Gregory hadn't arrived at the office yet, Evelyn busied herself with other tasks.

At lunch, she mechanically ate a takeout meal while checking her phone repeatedly. She fought the urge to message Nathaniel, though her fingers itched to type.

Across town, Nathaniel mirrored her restlessness.

During the morning executive meeting, he'd sat icily silent. The management team tiptoed around him, recognizing his stormy mood. Experience taught them silence was safest when Mr. Martin wore that expression.

Back in his office, Nathaniel kept glancing at his phone.

Samuel noticed. "Is everything alright, Mr. Martin?"

Nathaniel's glare could freeze lava. "Do I pay you to psychoanalyze me? Get back to work."

Samuel ducked his head, absorbing the verbal slap. With a dismissive wave, Nathaniel banished him.

Leaning back in his leather chair, Nathaniel's mood remained foul. The afternoon sun did nothing to warm his demeanor.

Meanwhile, Evelyn napped briefly at her desk.

At 2:15pm, she went searching for Gregory.

"Has Mr. Wilson returned?" she asked his secretary.

"He just arrived."

Evelyn grabbed her laptop and knocked on Gregory's door.

"Where were you?" she asked upon entering.

Gregory's response was vague. "Some personal matters."

"Danielle again?"

He nodded, then deflected. "Did you need something?"

"I need your input on the competition drafts. The framework's done but needs refining."

Though Gregory couldn't sketch, his architectural insights were razor-sharp. They spent hours perfecting the designs, carefully avoiding yesterday's explosive topic.

At day's end, they walked to the parking garage together. Passing Gregory's car, he mentioned, "My parents sent Dresden specialties. Meant to give them yesterday, but... circumstances prevented it."

Evelyn understood the unspoken reference to Nathaniel.

"Share them with Danielle," she demurred.

"They're for you." Gregory opened his trunk, revealing boxes of tart Dresden berries he'd sourced specifically to tempt Evelyn's pregnancy-diminished appetite.

As Evelyn thanked him, her gaze snagged on something in the trunk. Her expression frosted over.

Gregory followed her stare. "What is it?"

"Is that your hat?"

The cap bore the distinctive 'M' logo - identical to the one in Samuel's damning video.