Chapter 103

Adrian Grant was taken aback by Evelyn Hartley’s blunt refusal. Though irritation flickered in his eyes, he forced a tight-lipped smile and muttered, "Fine."

Nathan Black shot his nephew a sharp, warning glare, his piercing gaze demanding an explanation.

After dinner, Nathan stepped outside for fresh air, Evelyn retreated to her room, and Damian Grant’s family lingered in the living room, enjoying Leonard Grant’s company.

Noticing Adrian’s relentless questions about Evelyn, Damian’s brows furrowed deeply. The moment Leonard excused himself to the restroom, Damian seized Adrian’s arm and dragged him aside. "Why the sudden interest in Evelyn? What game are you playing?"

Adrian’s lips curled into a roguish smirk. "Father, don’t you think Evelyn is absolutely breathtaking now?"

Damian’s expression darkened instantly. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Listen carefully—you stay away from her. She’s Nathan’s wife."

Adrian’s grin only widened, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Exactly. She’s Nathan’s wife—my uncle’s beloved spouse. That’s what makes this so thrilling."

He leaned back, crossing his arms with a wicked gleam. "Imagine this—Evelyn falls madly for me, demands a divorce from Nathan, and swears she’ll marry no one else. Wouldn’t that be deliciously scandalous?"

For a heartbeat, Damian was speechless at his son’s audacity. Then his face twisted in fury. "Shut your mouth, you insolent brat! If your grandfather hears even a whisper of this, he’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life!"

Adrian merely shrugged, unfazed. "Relax. We’ll just ensure he never finds out. Some things are best kept… discreet."

Damian’s jaw clenched. "Drop this madness. Now."

Rolling his eyes, Adrian waved him off. "Fine, fine. Message received."

With that, he sauntered back to the living room, leaving Damian seething. Yet, as silence settled, Adrian’s words planted a treacherous seed in Damian’s mind.

A slow, calculating smirk tugged at Damian’s lips before he followed his son inside.

That night, the Grant family remained at the Black estate. A soft knock interrupted Damian’s solitude. He opened the door to find a shadowed figure waiting. With a knowing glance, Damian stepped aside, allowing the man entry before leading him to the balcony.

The night air was crisp as the man bowed respectfully. "Sit," Damian commanded.

"Thank you, sir," the man murmured, taking a seat.

Leaning against the railing, Damian’s gaze turned shrewd. "Tell me—how are things between Nathan and Evelyn these days?"

The man hesitated, caught off guard by the question. After a beat, he cleared his throat. "Not well. They were set to finalize their divorce, but Leonard’s asthma attack delayed it. Still, both seem determined to proceed."

He paused, then added carefully, "Rumor has it Leonard struck a deal with Nathan. For one month, Nathan must comply with all of Leonard’s arrangements regarding Evelyn. If, after that, Nathan still wants the divorce, Leonard won’t interfere further. Then Nathan will be free to marry… whoever he truly loves."