Chapter 88

Evelyn didn't return to Dominic's mansion. Nor did she visit him while he was sick.

This time, she was shockingly cold.

But she wasn't the only one treating Dominic harshly.

Lucas was just as ruthless.

Since Evelyn hadn't stepped foot in the mansion or shown any concern for Dominic's condition, Lucas made sure to visit him daily with updates on Evelyn's activities.

Today, Evelyn went to Veritas Capital and had a wonderful morning with Tristan.

Today, they had lunch together.

It didn’t matter if they actually went to an art exhibition. It didn’t matter if they really dined together.

What mattered was that Dominic was furious.

And that was exactly what Lucas wanted.

If Dominic remained bedridden, he couldn’t retaliate.

Using his deep understanding of Dominic, Lucas ensured he suffered every day.

Eventually, Dominic’s condition improved under strict medication. Though still pale and weak, he was determined to leave the hospital.

The reason?

Lucas had told him Tristan was taking Evelyn to an AI technology exhibition.

Lying in bed, Dominic had reflected on many things.

Truthfully, his memories of Tristan were hazy, but this illness had forced him to recall the past.

Tristan was a polished predator—a calculating egoist. Every move he made, whether in friendships or business, was meticulously planned for maximum gain and minimal risk.

He was also a master of deception.

He could smile at an enemy, lull them into lowering their guard, then strike without mercy.

Their estrangement wasn’t just due to incompatibility.

Their investment philosophies had clashed.

Tristan would do anything for money, cozying up to the powerful and laundering dirty wealth.

Dominic, too, pursued profit relentlessly—but he had lines he wouldn’t cross.

Some money wasn’t worth touching, no matter how tempting.

Now, Evelyn was getting closer to Tristan.

If this continued, she’d be dragged into the abyss with him.

"Dominic, the doctor insists you stay in bed for at least another week," Lucas said. "It's windy outside. You’ll only get worse if you go out."

Beside him, the doctor nodded vigorously.

Dominic ignored them.

He strode to the closet, pulled out a charcoal wool coat, and shrugged it on.

Lucas exchanged a resigned glance with the doctor.

Nothing would stop Dominic now.

The AI exhibition was an exclusive event—only fifty seats available.

Yet the stage was massive, promising a dazzling showcase of cutting-edge technology.

Tristan had secured two tickets and invited Evelyn.

She’d agreed without hesitation.

Though she had little experience with AI, curiosity had won her over.

The exhibition began at 2 PM.

At noon, Tristan took her to an upscale restaurant.

These past few days, Evelyn had accepted every invitation—whether for dining or entertainment.

Their conversations were pleasant, but Tristan sensed her distraction.

Her gaze was distant, dull.

If she truly liked him, there would’ve been a spark in her eyes.

But there was none.