Chapter 159

The entire room fell silent.

Sebastian Royston's face twisted into something terrifying, his eyes churning with dark currents.

His knuckles turned white, teeth clenched so hard he tasted blood.

How perfect.

Ethan Sullivan would go this far for some country bumpkin!

Just a name was enough to make the staff grovel.

Ethan must have given explicit orders—otherwise, why would this waiter change his tune so quickly?

Lillian Rothschild stood frozen, staring blankly at Evelyn Laurent, completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

"Prepare a private room."

Evelyn's voice was cool.

"Right away, Miss Laurent."

The waiter fawned, immediately issuing instructions. "The one reserved for Mr. Sullivan—completely private. Enjoy your meal with your friends!"

Evelyn gave a slight nod.

Her gaze swept over Sebastian and Sophia. "Check if they have a reservation."

After a quick search, the waiter replied respectfully, "Miss Laurent, they don't."

A mocking smile curled Evelyn's lips. "Then why are they still standing here?"

The sight of Sophia made her sick.

Both their faces darkened instantly.

"Evelyn Laurent! Do you know who I am? How dare you throw me out?"

Sebastian's eyes flashed with cold fury.

Evelyn scoffed. "Sebastian Royston, the third son of the Royston family."

She lazily rotated her wrist. "Seems like that slap last time wasn't hard enough?"

Sebastian's face turned ashen.

He glared at her with venom. "Fine. Sophia, let's go."

This grudge was now set in stone.

Sophia bit her lip in frustration.

She couldn't accept that Evelyn wielded such influence—even Sebastian had to back down.

Did Ethan value her so much that he'd openly humiliate Sebastian?

Compared to Sebastian, Ethan was clearly the more valuable connection.

The two left in disgrace.

Sebastian stormed off, Sophia scrambling to keep up. At the corner, he suddenly spun around and struck her across the face, sending her sprawling.

"Ah!"

Sophia clutched her cheek, looking up in shock.

Sebastian's expression was twisted, his eyes gleaming with something unhinged. "Enjoyed watching me lose face?"

Sophia frantically shook her head. "No, Sebastian! I didn't—"

He yanked her up by the collar. "Then what the hell is her deal?"

His rage burned.

He'd thought she was just some plaything.