Chapter 357

At the restaurant entrance, Vincent Valdemar's gaze briefly flickered over Evelyn Roland and Olivia Valdemar embracing.

His lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Miss Roland, until we meet again."

"Hmm."

Evelyn responded coolly, her expression distant.

"Drive safely."

Sebastian Valdemar watched Evelyn's retreating figure, his eyes betraying an unmistakable longing.

The moment Evelyn's car disappeared from view, Vincent sped back to his private villa.

The mask of composure shattered the instant he stepped into his study.

"Useless!"

A crystal glass shattered against the wall, shards scattering like shrapnel.

The news of Theodore's recovery was a thorn lodged deep in his heart.

"Sir, we—" His assistant trembled as he spoke.

"Dig up everything on Evelyn Roland." Vincent's knuckles turned white. "How dare some naive girl interfere with my plans?"

He yanked his tie loose, murderous intent swirling in his eyes.

"The birthday gala for Mr. Valdemar..." the assistant cautiously reminded him.

Vincent suddenly laughed, the sound chilling to the bone.

"Prepare a grand gift."

Meanwhile, the kitchens of Château Blanc buzzed with activity.

Bianca Savigny directed the staff in decorating the venue when hushed whispers caught her ear from around the corner.

"I heard Mr. Valdemar adores Blue Enigma roses..."

"I secured a limited-edition watch..."

Bianca arched a brow and dialed Evelyn's number.

"Evelyn, someone's trying to steal your man."

A soft chuckle came through the line. "Let them try."

At precisely 6 p.m., the elevator lobby of Valdemar Group erupted in murmurs.

"Mr. Valdemar left early?!"

"Is the sky falling?"

Sebastian nodded at the stunned employees—a rare gesture—before stepping briskly into his private elevator.

"To the château."

Theodore Ashcroft's grip on the steering wheel faltered. "But today isn't—"

The rearview mirror reflected the anticipation glowing in his employer's eyes.

7:15 p.m. A black Maybach glided to a stop before Château Blanc.

The grand hall stood empty when Sebastian pushed open the doors—just flickering candlelight greeting him.