Chapter 397

Julian Langley arched an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Evelyn Laurent's face.

"Evelyn, are you asking about the owner of this island?"

Evelyn pressed her lips together and nodded.

A suspicion tugged at her mind, but she didn't dare confirm it.

Timothy Gold suddenly interjected, "Why don't you just ask Julian? He's the one who recommended this place to me."

There was no way he could've found such a perfect filming location on his own.

Julian was the mastermind behind it.

Evelyn whipped her head toward Julian.

He scratched the back of his head, looking genuinely puzzled. "Evelyn, don't you remember the island Mom gifted you?"

Timothy's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

His finger trembled as he pointed at Julian.

"W-what? An island gifted to Evelyn?"

Evelyn shook her head honestly. "I don't recall."

At the time, she'd been too moved to properly examine the property documents.

Over the years, she'd received too many assets—

Luxury villas. Sports cars. Company shares.

How could she possibly remember every single one?

Julian sighed. "I thought you knew this was your island."

"Mine?"

Evelyn gasped.

Her lashes fluttered before a radiant smile bloomed across her face.

"That's perfect!"

She'd been mourning the loss of that burned-down cabin.

Now that she knew the entire island belonged to her, that shabby little hut seemed downright pathetic.

Time for renovations!

No—she'd build a seaside mansion!

Construction would start as soon as filming wrapped.

Timothy clutched his chest and staggered back two steps.

He felt like his heart was bleeding.

This revelation was too devastating!

Now he regarded Evelyn with newfound reverence.

After all...

His show's continued filming depended on the island owner's goodwill.

Ethan Sullivan stood nearby, warmth glimmering in his eyes.

He'd known the island belonged to Evelyn all along.

He'd assumed she knew too.

Who knew the scatterbrain had forgotten?

Evelyn suddenly turned toward the window, her gaze landing on the luxury yacht.

"That cruise ship—"

Ethan swiftly cut her off. "Timothy, where's that document I asked you to hold?"

Timothy hurriedly retrieved a file from the cabinet.

Ethan handed it to Evelyn without even glancing at it.

"Sign here."

Evelyn flipped open the document in confusion.

It was a yacht transfer agreement.

"Southern Cross?" she murmured, reading the name aloud.

Julian's expression darkened instantly.

That sly bastard!

He'd actually named the yacht using the second characters of both their names!

Just as Julian opened his mouth to mock him, Ethan casually slung an arm around Evelyn's shoulders.

"Do you like it?"

Evelyn bent to sign, oblivious to the tension between the two men.

The scratch of pen against paper echoed sharply in the quiet room.