Chapter 35

Evelyn caught a faint trace of a familiar scent in the air. Weak and disoriented, she lifted her head only to be met with Lucas' dark eyes. His expression was almost devoid of any emotion. Yet, his gaze carried a weight that made Evelyn feel utterly exposed—like he could see right through her. It was as if he thought she had orchestrated this on purpose. "Sorry," Evelyn murmured through clenched teeth as she struggled to get up. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Pain overwhelmed her, leaving her limbs increasingly weak. "Do you need me to carry you?" Lucas asked, his tone indifferent and distant, as though he was nothing more than a bystander. Evelyn sensed the change in the way people were looking at her. It was as though she was deliberately putting on a show by choosing the most powerful man present. "Ms. Reed, his girlfriend is right here. Are you incapable of standing on your own?" Mason sneered, his tone laced with mockery. Tiffany watched Evelyn with a calm expressi