Chapter 226

[No way! This can't be real!]

The live chat exploded with disbelief, every comment reflecting the audience's stunned reactions.

[Is this actually Titan Capital's annual gala? That cellist sounds like a world-class musician!]

[Camera crew, do your job! Show us her face! I need to see this mystery woman!]

[Wait—that instrument! Isn't that the legendary cello owned by maestro Lucas Bennett? How is it here?!]

[Someone tell us who she is!]

Just then, the venue lights flickered back to life.

After sitting in darkness for so long, the audience blinked against the sudden brightness.

When they turned toward the stage again, Evelyn had already vanished with her cello—no one had even noticed her leave.

Natalie squeezed Cassandra's wrist, her voice trembling with excitement. "That was unbelievable! Our department just made history!"

Cassandra nodded enthusiastically. "I assumed she was just fooling around, but damn, she's got serious skills! My cousin is watching the livestream and just messaged me asking for Evelyn's contact!"

Natalie clasped her hands together, grinning. "Give it to him! Who knows, maybe you'll be family one day!"

"Absolutely! I'm texting him right now!"

Meanwhile, Daniel cleared his throat.

The others in the executive office remained clueless about Evelyn's true identity, but he knew better.

In fact, he had overheard whispers about it earlier that morning.

"Cassandra, wait. Evelyn… is actually Mr. Whitmore's wife."

"What?!" Cassandra's jaw dropped. "You're joking! How did I miss something this massive?"

She prided herself on being the queen of office gossip, yet no one had breathed a word about Evelyn being Alexander's wife.

Victoria, who had stayed quiet until now, scoffed. "Daniel, where did you hear such nonsense? Mr. Whitmore would never marry someone like her."

Natalie immediately bristled. "What's that supposed to mean? Evelyn is amazing—why wouldn't she be good enough for Mr. Whitmore?"

Victoria shook her head dismissively. "She's just another pretty face in the office! Let's be honest - she's decorative at best. Mr. Whitmore is CEO of Titan Capital. Do you honestly believe Evelyn has the poise and breeding of a proper society woman?"

In Victoria's shallow worldview, elegance meant dripping in designer labels and flaunting the latest Birkin bag. Evelyn's minimalist wardrobe and understated jewelry clearly didn't meet her superficial standards.

Daniel spoke up quietly but firmly. "Evelyn carries herself with more grace than most society women I've met. Have you heard of the Hayes family? They founded Horizon Enterprises. She's William Hayes' granddaughter."

Horizon Enterprises was a name that carried weight. Once a dominant force in Cresthaven's business scene, it had ranked among the top conglomerates during its heyday.

Though the company had faced recent struggles, its legacy still commanded more respect than most fledgling startups could dream of.

Victoria's lips twisted in disbelief. "That's just coincidence! Mr. Whitmore clearly isn't interested in her. Remember when she made those headlines chasing after him? He didn't even acknowledge her existence!"

Meanwhile backstage, Evelyn remained blissfully unaware she'd become the center of office gossip.

The internet was ablaze with chatter, viral clips of her cello performance spreading like wildfire across every platform.

Meanwhile, Simon leaned in close, murmuring something into Alexander’s ear.

A dangerous glint flashed in Alexander’s eyes as they narrowed sharply.

This wasn’t just a random power outage—it was deliberate.

His gaze swept the room like a predator, locking onto Ethan Caldwell’s section with chilling precision.