Chapter 122

Evelyn Roland subtly sidestepped, her long lashes casting delicate shadows beneath her eyes.

"My apologies for you witnessing such a scene."

"There's truly nothing between us. If you still have feelings for him—"

"When he was hospitalized after my birthday gala, I only visited out of courtesy. I never expected him to misinterpret it."

Isabella Langley deliberately raised her voice, ensuring every passing employee could hear. She needed to salvage her dignity and shift the blame for this farce entirely onto Nathan Evans.

The onlookers exchanged knowing glances, quickly offering their sympathy.

"Don't take it to heart, Manager Langley. That kind of delusional man is revolting."

"We'll stop him for you next time!"

"Thank you, everyone." Isabella smiled demurely. "Please return to your work."

As the crowd dispersed, Evelyn seized the moment to leave.

"Evelyn, are you going to see Alexander?"

"Hmm." Her response was curt. Spotting Alexander's assistant, she hurried forward.

"Benjamin, let's go."

The assistant glanced at Isabella behind her and nodded silently.

The elevator doors closed, and Isabella's smile twisted into something venomous.

"Just you wait, Evelyn Roland." Her fists clenched, nails digging crescent moons into her palms.

In the office, Alexander Roland retrieved design blueprints from the safe.

"KL's new collection. Take a look."

Evelyn accepted the sketches, her fingertips tracing the paper thoughtfully.

"The proportions here could be adjusted to better accentuate the wearer's elegance."

"This design is too conservative. It needs a more avant-garde approach."

Her critiques were precise and methodical. Alexander's eyes lit up with admiration.

"Truly worthy of the Celadon title." His praise was genuine. "These suggestions are impeccable."