Chapter 30


    After exchanging a few words with the people who had approached him, Evander put down his ss of


    red wine. When he realized he reeked of alcohol, an imperceptible frown marred his face.


    As a businessman, he could never avoid socializing with people, but he was never a fan of the smell of


    alcohol.


    Noticing that, Ss, who was following behind Evander, hurriedly handed a mini bottle of perfume to


    him.


    Evander rolled up his sleeves, revealing his Vacheron Constantin watch, and sprayed some perfume


    around his wrists.


    As the faint aroma of sandalwood wafted into his nose, his frown slowly rxed.


    Only then did Ss report, “Mr. Golding, there are a couple of mediapanies that would like to have


    an interview with you.”


    “Turn them down. I promised Floretta that I would go home early to keep herpany. Say goodbye to


    Mr. Halls for me,” Evander said coldly. He looked at the time and realized that it was almost nine


    o’clock. Floretta will be so upset if I’mte.


    As soon as Ss left, Hanson, who had been standing in the corner, approached Evander. In fact, he


    was there with Joseline. While Joseline had gone to deal with Dno’s wife, he had been waiting for an


    important person—Evander.


    With a ss of red wine in his hand, Hanson went forward and greeted politely, “Mr. Golding, it’s been


    a long time. I wonder if I could have the honor of catching up with you in the lounge?”


    d in a white suit and wearing his gold-rimmed sses, Hanson looked extraordinarily elegant and


    sophisticated.


    “Just tell me what you want, Mr. Yiurk.” Evander looked at him coldly. He could tell the pretentious


    nature of Hanson hidden under his disguise at a nce.


    Evander did not want to waste another second.


    Hanson was momentarily stunned by Evander’s contemptuous attitude, and his expression darkened.


    He had always been the favored one, yet he found himself feeling inferior before Evander’s presence.


    Such a feeling made him feel ashamed and exasperated.


    “Mr. Golding, I wish to talk about Project Serenity with you. It should be a joint project between Yiurk


    Group and Sorelle Group, but a man iming to be an employee of Golding Group showed up and


    intercepted the contract signing. Are you aware of that, Mr. Golding?”


    “I am,” Evander replied calmly. “And let me tell you this. Golding Group is determined to win the bid for


    Project Serenity.”


    Hanson was left speechless, and his face contorted. He did not expect Evander to be so


    straightforward. With his voiceced with a hint of anger, he said, “This is on a firste, first-served


    basis. It’s inappropriate for you to do that!”


    “I’ve never lost a project that I was interested in. Mr. Yiurk, are you perhaps in the mood to teach me


    what to do?” Evander’s voice was cold, and his gaze was steely.


    The aura he exuded was so powerful that Hanson could barely catch his breath.


    Those wordsing from Evander clearly told Hanson that all the hard work Yiurk Group had poured


    into the project was all for nothing.


    If it was someone else, Hanson could have called them out for being unscrupulous. However, if it was


    Evander, people would just think that he deserved it.


    “I wouldn’t dare.” There was an intense dissatisfaction in Hanson’s eyes. No matter how hard he tried,


    he couldn’t win against Evander.


    Right then, amotion broke out in the food area. The noises of a fewdies arguing echoed through


    the corridor, drawing the attention of the crowd.


    Evander looked over and heard Angeline’s voice. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s worth


    mentioning anymore. I never use something that I’ve used before.”


    Suddenly, Evander’s interest was piqued, and he smirked.


    He took a step forward, patted Hanson’s shoulder, and mocked, “Seems like your personal life is much


    more exciting than your work life, Mr. Yiurk.”


    Hanson pulled himself together, and his face clouded over. What do you mean by you don’t think it’s


    worth mentioning?


    Angeline had cruelly disregarded the past, which embarrassed Hanson greatly. After all, he had never


    been looked down on and cast aside like an old pair of shoes. He clenched his fists, turned around,


    and strode over.


    Evander fixed his eyes on him, interested to see what would happen next.


    After squeezing his way through the crowd and passing by the dessert area, Hanson picked up his


    pace, rushed forward, and grabbed Angeline by her wrist.


    Feeling a sharp paining from her wrist, Angeline raised her head and was weed by the sight


    of Hanson’s screwed-up, handsome face. “Angeline, I didn’t realize you were this good before.”


    Angeline was surprised by Hanson’s appearance. Frowning from the pain, she eximed, “Let go of


    me! It was your fiancée who provoked me first!”


    Hearing that, Hanson gave Joseline a displeased look. Throughout their years together, he was very


    well aware that Joseline was not a pushover.


    Joseline felt guilty from Hanson’s stare. She put on an innocent look and said, “I didn’t, Hanson. I was


    merely trying to care for Angeline, but she disregarded me. She even bad-mouthed you in front of Mrs.


    Halls.”


    Thedies exchanged a nce, and Colleen chimed in, “That’s right, Mr. Yiurk. Mrs. Yiurk is never a


    person who would pick a fight with someone. Besides, she’s pregnant. Getting angry is bad for her


    health.”


    Upon the mention of the child, Hanson wavered.


    He saw that more and more people had gathered around, and they were using Angeline of bullying


    a pregnantdy. He even heard someone mumbling about the past between him and Angeline. This is


    so embarrassing. I can only sacrifice Angeline at this moment now.


    In a demanding and stern tone, he said, “Angeline, apologize to Joseline!”


    Apologize?


    “Mr. Yiurk, are you talking to me?” Angeline couldn’t help but question her hearing abilities.


    Hanson averted his gaze. Looking solemn, he said, “Joseline is your sister. Even if you’re angry with


    her, you shouldn’t embarrass her in public.”


    He’s putting on a show again to hide his disgusting true nature!


    Without hiding her disgust for Hanson, Angeline said, “Mr. Yiurk, I think you’re worried that you’ll be


    embarrassed if I don’t apologize, right?”


    Her straightforwardment made Hanson’s face pale. “Angeline, look at what you’ve be! Since


    when did the daughters of the Sorelle family need to work and show themselves in public?”


    As she had put on her ten-centimeter crystal heels that day, Angeline was standing at the same height


    as Hanson. She grabbed his tie, and the scenting from her made him freeze.


    However, in the next second, a cold female voice interrupted his thoughts. “Whatever I do is none of


    your business, Mr. Yiurk. Do you think you deserve an apology from me?”


    Upon hearing her bold and arrogant words, Joseline and Hanson wished the ground would swallow


    them whole.


    There, among the crowd, stood Evander. He remained as cool and calm as ever, but something was


    secretly growing in him as he looked at Angeline.


    He had once more witnessed how harsh Angeline could be with her words. All in all, she was much


    more interesting than the otherdies, which fueled his desire to continue watching the scene before


    him.


    Meanwhile, Angeline showed no sense of remorse. Her gaze remained icy cold. She understood there


    was no point in continuing the argument when she had lost the upper hand.


    She turned around and left, only to have Hanson grab her arm.


    “Hanson…” Joseline threw herself into Hanson’s arms. A sinister look flickered in her eyes, and she


    seized the opportunity to push Angeline’s back.


    Caught off guard, Angeline lost her bnce and fell on the bar. The bar table was, in fact, made from


    wooden nks attached together temporarily, which made it incredibly unsteady. The table couldn’t


    sustain Angeline’s weight, and the wine sses shattered on the ground.


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    Like a waterfall, red wine spilled all over the ground.


    The pain had Angeline drenched in a cold sweat. Wine stained her dress, and the worst part was that a


    few pieces of broken ss had stabbed deep into her palm.


    “Oh my God!” The crowd fled, and none came forward to help.


    Hanson had actually wanted to offer his help, but Joseline stopped him. She wrapped her arms tight


    around his and reminded in a low voice, “Hanson, calm down. I saw the reporters rushing toward us.


    We mustn’t make it even more difficult for us!”