Chapter 351

Evelyn Laurent's gaze swept indifferently over the group.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she strode toward the overgrown vines.

Ethan Sullivan followed closely behind.

The two began harvesting the vines with seamless coordination.

Hugo Rothschild worked alone on the opposite side.

His movements were swift but noticeably slower than Evelyn's rhythm.

Evelyn's wrist flicked with precision.

The combat knife traced silver arcs through the sunlight.

Vines snapped like fragile threads beneath her skilled hands.

Ethan gracefully gathered the cut vines with fluid motions.

Their teamwork resembled a meticulously choreographed dance.

Hugo's pupils constricted sharply.

His gaze locked onto Evelyn's nimble fingers.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

This woman... was an absolute monster.

His jaw clenched as he tightened his grip.

The vines groaned before snapping under excessive force.

Leo Clemenson paused, panting heavily.

His eyes darted between the two groups.

"Making a woman do such rough work..." he muttered under his breath.

Two razor-sharp gazes instantly pinned him in place.

Leo froze as cold sweat drenched his back.

Those piercing stares seemed to see through his very soul.

Evelyn suddenly tossed her combat knife toward Ethan.

"Catch."

The blade flashed cold steel through the air.

"Watch out!"

Crystal Rothschild and Rachel Clemenson screamed simultaneously.

Ethan's slender fingers caught the hilt with effortless precision.

"Tired?" he asked softly.

Evelyn gave a casual nod before sitting beneath a tree's shade.

Crystal's face paled.

"Do you realize how dangerous that was?"

Rachel frowned in agreement.

"What if Mr. Sullivan got hurt?"

Evelyn lifted icy eyes.

"You think I'd miss?"

Her voice dripped with frost.

Crystal stumbled half a step backward.

Rachel opened her mouth but ultimately closed it in sullen silence.