Chapter 145 - 50 (1/2)

On the way to the venue inside the Maybach, Evangeline was fixedly staring at herself on her compact powder, checking if everything were in place. While Eric was busy researching someone on his phone and that someone was the guy who left an impression on him.

Calvin Devondale.

There was no harm in researching the guy he knew was his rival. It was best that he came prepared and knew what he was going to deal with. And the more he read the information about the guy, the more his expressionless face turned solemn.

According to his research, Calvin was the firstborn son of a very old family in the south, dealing mostly in gas, oils, and expensive brands. A straight-A honor student at Harvard, taking double majors in Business Management and Marketing.

Now, he engages in their family business, Devondale group of companies, owning fabulous luxurious brands from wines, champagnes, brandy, down to clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry, and cosmetics. It was simply luxury at its best. He even saw Evangeline wearing some of its brands. And not only that, the guy owned ten percent of Frozen international.

And to make matters worse, he had a whooping twelves digit figure net worth and was making an average hundred million a day.

His real estate portfolio included a twenty-bedroom mansion. A two hundred million properties at Kingston Palace gardens. A four-story one hundred million penthouse in Chelsea Waterfront. A three hundred million chateau in France. A forty-million ski ranch in Colorado. A one hundred forty million St. Forth estate and a seven hundred million ranch and gr.a.p.e vineyard in Spain.

Flipping his phone back inside his pocket, Eric leaned against the backrest and sighed.

That guy has it all!

Couldn't control his agitation, his foot tapped against the car's floor.

Sensing his unease, Evangeline turned and looked at him. ”What's wrong?”

Without thinking, Eric answered matter of factly, ”Nothing . . . I'm just struck with the reality of how formidable my opponent is.”

”Huh?” Tilting her head, Evangeline didn't get what Eric was mumbling.

With flinty gaze and lips pressed flat, Eric didn't answer right away. He turned to face Evangeline, eyes glinting with unspoken anxieties as he spoke in a steady voice.

”What do you like about me?” Is it also because of my face?

”. . .”

”. . .”

Parting her lips, Evangeline was about to answer, but at the corner of her eyes, the magnificent lights coming from the superyacht caught her attention.

”We're here.” Forgetting all about Eric's questions, Evangeline readied herself and peeked at the luxurious yacht through her dense lashes.

Eric could only curl his lips inwardly. Her lack of response saddened him. But he was also relieved that he didn't know. Some parts of him weren't ready for an answer –– yet.

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In the vast endless dark sea, the only light illuminated the surroundings like discos balls were the superyacht atop the ocean. The boat was decked with helicopters, swimming pools, car garage, bedrooms, and a large hall. Its twenty meters swimming pool could be converted into a dance floor, and some of the glass walls were operable, connecting the indoor hall to the outdoor pool overlooking the vast sea.

It was rumored that it was the most expensive yacht ever built in history, all custom made to tailor Calvin Devondale's unique taste.

Everyone present was garbed to the max. They were contesting who had the most beautiful dress, expensive jewelry. Who had the best looking boyfriends/girlfriends, or simply who made it out of life. But among them, one thing common was their expressions, carrying the same p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e for gossip. Words were slipping from their thick lip gloss lips, and they were laughing with no tears, chattering with others, sharing the excitement and giggling.

And she arrived.

Announcing her arrival was a drop in the temperature and descent of absolute silence.

Evangeline Krisnov –– Heart.

With her head held high, she waltzed in with an effortless saunter. Her straight purple hair rippled with her every sway –– eyes blooming lilac, figure perfect as hourglass.

She radiated a glow that was irresistible to both genders. Men d.e.s.i.r.ed her, and women secretly courted her friendship.

She was the type of woman who women love to hate. Something Jennifer was gruntingly aware of. Evangeline was still as beautiful as she remembered. She was wearing a gown made from expensive, high-quality fabrics sewn with the extreme attention to detail by the most experienced and capable sewers through hand executed techniques.

Lilac eyes, lavender hair, and a confident, elegant strut that never misses a single step, telling the world, 'I am the Queen.'

Deep hostility and unhappiness registered on Jennifer's sour face. She wanted some accident to happen on that beautiful face. Enough to make her ordinary. Enough to teach her what it was like to be normal. To be a girl that the guys wouldn't trip over when she passed by.

But that was only her wishful thinking. She knew everybody had ceased movement with slack mouth by now. And true enough, everyone forgot what it was that they were doing. They remained still for an extended time, not wishing to interrupt the surreal moment with their unabashed starring.

The men swallowed to relieve the dryness from their mouth hanging open. They were overcome with a d.e.s.i.r.e to get closer. They were willing to take risks if it increased their connection to her.

And the spell was broken when their eyes traveled to the man beside her.

”Who's that?”