Chapter 131

Maybe it was for the resort project. Or maybe it was about that plot in the northern suburbs. Nathaniel was still the same—only came around when he wanted something. Still... Evelyn looked at him like he was some kind of joke. Thicker skin than a castle wall, this guy. She'd crushed him like that, and he still thought he had a shot? Was he delusional or just brain-dead? Seriously, what gave him the confidence to show up again? Clearly, she hadn't made her disgust obvious enough. Otherwise, why would he be so shamelessly confident that he could still get something from her? Even an idiot wouldn't act this way. Nathaniel looked totally dazed—he honestly couldn't believe what just happened. The fire in Evelyn's eyes could burn a hole through steel. And yeah, she'd gone ahead and thrown hands again. Her heel came down hard on the back of his hand. The echo of his scream cut through the silence of the parking garage like a siren. Evelyn stood over him, cold and sharp, lips curling up. "That