Chapter 145

Sophie stared at Evelyn in disbelief.

"How much exactly did you earn from your company?!"

"It's just my dream to rebuild Thornfield Industries. A dream, okay? I don't know if it'll ever happen."

Sophie exhaled in relief, then grinned mischievously. "Adrian and I look like complete amateurs compared to you. I better stay on your good side... How about I introduce you to someone? My younger cousin is absolutely adorable. Only seventeen but mature for his age—"

"Stop teasing me, Sophie," Evelyn groaned, massaging her temples.

"Not into younger guys? Prefer someone more experienced? Perfect! My gym trainer is turning forty this year, but his muscles make me weak in the knees... You could take him in, make him your house husband..."

Evelyn sighed deeply.

After ending things with Dominic, she'd lost all attraction to men, regardless of age.

After their tea session, Evelyn and Sophie headed to an upscale car dealership.

Sophie recommended a luxury sedan, but Evelyn's gaze kept drifting toward a sleek SUV.

"What about this model? It looks decent," Evelyn asked, pointing at the sporty vehicle.

Sophie's eyes widened at the price tag. "It's perfect if your bank account can handle it! At that price, it better come with a chauffeur!"

Without hesitation, Evelyn handed her platinum card to the salesman. "I'll take this one."

She needed to pick up Henry from school later, and taking taxis everywhere was becoming inconvenient.

That evening, Evelyn arrived at Willowbrook Academy in her new SUV.

Henry's teacher escorted him out, smiling warmly. "Henry had an excellent day. We're making wonderful progress getting to know each other."

Evelyn turned to her son with hopeful surprise.

"Is that true, sweetheart?"

Henry stuffed his hands in his pockets and gave a small nod.

Evelyn's eyes brimmed with tears of joy.

She never expected Henry would finally settle into a school.

Willowbrook Academy truly deserved its sterling reputation.

The six-figure tuition fees were proving worth every penny.

The next morning, Evelyn met Frederick at a downtown café before their meeting with Thornfield Tower's current owner.

"Didn't you bring the financial statements?" Frederick asked nervously, noticing Evelyn's empty hands.

"Let's hear their asking price first."

"They said market value when we scheduled this meeting."

Evelyn ordered an espresso as they waited.

Right at ten o'clock, as her coffee arrived, the café doors slid open.

Evelyn glanced up—and froze.

Two men walked in... and one face was painfully familiar.