Chapter 359

Nathaniel's glacial stare cut through Robert like a blade. Someone needed to put Jonathan in his place before he dared to bother Evelyn again. Shattering his kneecaps seemed like an appropriate reminder.

Clearing his throat, Nathaniel shifted uncomfortably. "What about Evelyn?"

"Mrs. Whitmore? Which aspect would you like to know about, sir?" Robert replied cautiously.

"Is this all your intelligence network gathered? She must have seen the news. Didn't she react at all?" Nathaniel distinctly remembered Evelyn's distaste for Jonathan.

The question put Robert in an impossible position. "We're currently overseas, Mr. Whitmore. I'm not her shadow. How could I possibly track her every move?"

Nathaniel's ominous silence forced him to continue. "Perhaps you could... ask her directly?"

A cold smirk twisted Nathaniel's lips. "Consider your quarterly bonus forfeited."

If direct communication were an option, he wouldn't be interrogating his assistant.

Robert's jaw dropped at the financial blow. What cosmic injustice had he committed to deserve this?

Nathaniel scrolled through his phone with deliberate precision, finally landing on Evelyn's Instagram profile.

Her latest post from this morning glared back at him: "Broken promises? The lowest form of human existence."

His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. That barb was undoubtedly aimed at him.

When had he ever broken a promise?

With swift fingers, he fired back a comment: "Chronic tardiness? The pinnacle of disrespect."

The moment his comment posted, Evelyn shared a new photo: "Golden hour transforms the university into pure magic."

Nathaniel found himself captivated by the sunset-drenched campus in her photograph, the warm hues bleeding across his screen.

Meanwhile, Evelyn's phone vibrated with Nathaniel's notification. "Chronic tardiness? The pinnacle of disrespect."

Her grip tightened around her phone. The audacity!

She had valid reasons! Her delay wasn't intentional, and she'd raced to the courthouse the moment she could!

If he was so desperate for their divorce, why couldn't he spare one miserable hour?

White-hot fury surged through her veins. Before rationality could intervene, Evelyn stabbed Nathaniel's contact with her finger.

Nathaniel's lips curved at the caller ID. Her immediate reaction betrayed her simmering rage.

He answered with calculated calm. "Evelyn."

Her seething voice crackled through the speaker. "Nathaniel Whitmore, explain yourself!"

"It's self-explanatory." His tone remained infuriatingly composed.

"Weren't you the one clawing at the gates for this divorce? You've waited years! What's one more hour?" This was the part she couldn't comprehend.

Nathaniel's eyelid twitched imperceptibly. "I could have waited indefinitely. But commercial flights operate on schedules. I had a transatlantic meeting that couldn't be postponed."

Evelyn nearly choked. "You're abroad? Not in Jefferson City?"

"Obviously. Anything else?"

"When are you returning?" The question escaped before she could stop it.

He knew precisely why she asked.

"Undetermined. Depends on negotiations." He deliberately kept it vague.

Evelyn's lips pressed into a thin line. "Contact me upon your return. We'll reschedule our courthouse appointment."

The finality of her words struck him harder than anticipated. His gaze dropped as he offered a noncommittal hum in response.