Chapter 205

The veteran employees of the winery exchanged glances.

"Are you serious?" The nearly-fired worker narrowed his eyes.

He studied Evelyn Roland intently, searching for any sign of deception.

Evelyn straightened her posture, meeting his scrutiny with unwavering clarity.

"Absolutely. If you don't believe me, we can sign an agreement."

"No need. I recorded our entire conversation."

The man was shrewd.

He'd activated his recorder beforehand.

"One month deadline."

Other staff members stared at Evelyn like she'd lost her mind.

Doubling Château Laurent's profits without using the ingredient vault?

Preposterous.

"Bold words, Miss Roland. If you actually pull this off, I'll be the first to respect you!"

A burly man slammed the table as he stood.

"Agreed! We'll all acknowledge you!"

The others chimed in.

"Remember your words."

Sebastian Valdemar observed Evelyn's confident demeanor from the sidelines.

His tense nerves finally relaxed.

He opened his mouth to speak.

But Evelyn had already turned to leave.

A faint breeze stirred as they brushed past each other.

The employees watched Evelyn depart, then stole furtive glances at Sebastian.

This icy-faced executioner was their second-in-command.

Having publicly contradicted him, they feared retaliation.

Sebastian merely gave them an inscrutable look before striding out after her.

Evelyn walked a hundred meters from the winery.

The familiar scent of mint trailed behind her.

She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Irritated, she halted abruptly.

"What do you want?" She spun around.

They stood close enough to feel each other's breath.

Sebastian stumbled back, averting his face.

"I came to apologize. And explain."

"Don't bother. Since you chose to help Olivia, see it through."

Evelyn had no patience for conversation.

She just wanted him gone.

Sebastian grew visibly agitated.

"Evelyn, you've misunderstood. I never took her side."

"Not my concern." Her voice turned glacial. "If you can't comprehend basic English, Mr. Valdemar, I'll repeat myself: Stay away."

The temperature between them plummeted.

A nameless fury rose in Sebastian's chest.

As the standoff continued,

He suddenly clutched his temples, brows furrowing.

The pained expression vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Another migraine? Evelyn's hand twitched toward him instinctively.