Chapter 394

The tension in the room was already thick enough to cut with a knife. As the door creaked open, everyone in the booth turned to look. When they saw Evelyn step in, both parties on either side subconsciously stood up. To the left was Dylan from D.K. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, hair slicked back meticulously with styling gel—clean, poised, not a strand out of place. At thirty-six, he carried himself with a calm confidence, no hint of midlife fatigue, a polite and refined smile resting on his face. On the right sat Miriam, a stunning woman with an undeniable aura. Her chestnut-colored curls spilled over a crimson V-neck dress, layered with a black blazer, combining elegance with authority. Her makeup was bold and glamorous, skin tight and well-maintained, lips painted a fiery red—anyone would guess she was in her prime, not a woman past fifty. Next to her was a young man dressed straight out of a streetwear catalog. Black ripped skinny jeans, an oversized red top, and a black bo