Chapter 109

Flames ignited in Evelyn Laurent's eyes.

Her gaze locked onto Ethan Sullivan like a dagger, her fingernails digging into her palms.

That piercing stare seemed capable of tearing through his facade, exposing every buried secret.

Ethan tapped the table with elegant fingers. "The candidate still needs verification. The engagement termination must wait for the right moment."

"Patience is key."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes.

She sensed a shift in his expression—something hidden, something unspoken.

Ethan had already regained his composure, lifting his teacup with effortless grace. "There's another matter. About Vincent Lowell."

Evelyn's face froze.

Just hearing that name made her stomach churn.

"His legs were broken. He's hospitalized now," Ethan said casually, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Evelyn's eyes brightened. "Which hero did the world that favor?"

Her undisguised glee drew a low chuckle from Ethan.

If it pleased her, he wouldn't mind delivering a few more kicks himself.

But her suspicion flared. "How do you know about this?"

Ethan paused mid-motion, adjusting his response. "I have investments in that hospital."

"Oh."

Evelyn's attention was already stolen by the aroma of arriving dishes.

She eagerly grabbed a piece of sweet and sour ribs, cheeks puffing as she chewed.

Ethan subtly slid the dishes she favored closer. "Slow down."

He had ordered a dozen signature dishes, each portion meticulously small.

This was his test—to learn her tastes.

That rainy night a decade ago, this girl had given him a second chance at life.

Now reunited, he would lay the world's finest treasures at her feet.

When Evelyn finally set down her chopsticks, she met Ethan's gaze—soft enough to melt glaciers.

She shuddered. "Did you poison the food?"

Ethan laughed outright.

Then he leaned forward abruptly. "Evelyn, what exactly is your grudge against Vincent Lowell?"