Chapter 94

The moment Evelyn saw what was happening, her blood boiled. Without hesitation, she grabbed the bouquet of thorny roses and hurled them straight at Alexander's head.

The flowers flew through the air with a whoosh, petals scattering everywhere as they collided with Alexander's perfectly styled hair. Crimson petals rained down like drops of blood onto the marble floor.

Several leaves got tangled in Alexander's dark locks, making the usually composed businessman look utterly ridiculous. A single thorn even left a faint scratch on his forehead.

Outside the partially open office door, curious employees pressed their ears against the glass, their excited whispers filling the hallway.

"Alexander, have you no shame?" Evelyn crossed her arms, her emerald eyes flashing with fury. "Harassing a woman in her own office? Some CEO of Horizon Enterprises you are."

The public humiliation made Alexander's face darken like a thundercloud. His jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle twitching.

"Who invited you here, Evelyn?" he spat through gritted teeth. "Get out before I call security."

Evelyn merely smirked, tilting her head. "Oh sweetheart, since when do I take orders from you?"

Enraged, Alexander swung his fist toward her face. But Evelyn was quicker - she dodged with practiced ease, her ponytail whipping through the air.

"Is this how you treat all your business partners?" she taunted, circling him like a predator. "No wonder Titan Capital's stocks are plummeting."

The insult hit its mark. Alexander's nostrils flared as he advanced toward her, his expensive shoes crushing the fallen rose petals beneath them.

Evelyn braced herself, ready for whatever came next. This wasn't over - not by a long shot.

The air crackled with tension as Ryan Fletcher cracked his knuckles. "Still sore from yesterday's beating? Bring it on, cousin! I'm ready for round two!"

Chaos erupted instantly in the office space. Vanessa Hart fluttered around them like a distressed butterfly, her shrill voice cutting through the noise.

Outside, curious colleagues pressed against the glass but dared not intervene. Everyone knew Ryan's temper - and his family connections. The Fletcher-Whitmore feuds were legendary, dating back to their boarding school days.

Vanessa, failing to separate the brawling men, whirled on Evelyn with venom in her eyes. "Satisfied now, Evelyn? Two men destroying the office over you? The tabloids will have a field day with this! How will you show your face at Titan Capital tomorrow?"

Evelyn didn't flinch. With deliberate calm, she strode to the door and slammed it shut with such force that the glass panes rattled. The disappointed audience outside scattered like startled pigeons.

Returning to the scene, she scooped up the ruined bouquet from the floor - its petals now scattered like battlefield casualties. Without hesitation, she swung the battered flowers, smacking both men squarely on their backsides.

"If you're determined to act like animals," she said icily, "take it to the zoo. Every time you pull this stunt, people assume you're competing for my attention." The crushed roses dripped from her grip like bloodied evidence. "And gentlemen? You lost that privilege long ago."

The tension between Ethan Caldwell and Ryan Fletcher dissipated instantly.

Ethan scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Win you over? In your dreams."

Ryan shot him a sharp glare. "If you're not trying, then I will."

Without hesitation, Ryan leaned in closer to Evelyn Carter, his injured face inches from hers. The bruise on his cheekbone stood out starkly against his tanned skin, and a faint trace of blood lingered at the corner of his lips.

"Would you mind accompanying me to the hospital?" His voice was smooth, almost teasing. "I could use some medical attention—and your company."

Evelyn didn’t even entertain the thought. "Not a chance."

The brawl between Ethan and Ryan in the office had been swiftly buried under strict orders.

No one in the Marketing Department dared to breathe a word—not with Ethan’s ironclad authority looming over them. The incident vanished into silence.

Later, as Evelyn finished her work and stepped into the elevator, she spotted Ryan’s obnoxiously bright yellow Lamborghini parked right at the building’s entrance.

It was peak rush hour, employees streaming out in waves.

Yet there he was, leaning dramatically against the car door, drawing every eye in the vicinity. The gash on his cheekbone was impossible to miss, the faint crimson at his mouth only adding to his reckless charm.

He might as well have been holding a neon sign.

Evelyn rolled her eyes and quickened her pace, determined to slip past unnoticed.

But Ryan, ever persistent, caught sight of her immediately. His lips curved into that infuriating smirk.

"Running away, Evelyn?" he called out, loud enough for half the lobby to hear. "Or are you just afraid of what might happen if you stay?"

She didn’t dignify that with a response.

But the challenge in his voice sent a flicker of irritation through her.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Ryan Fletcher stood outside Titan Capital Group's headquarters like a striking statue, impossible to miss. His tailored navy suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, drawing curious glances from every passerby.

Yet Ryan appeared completely unaware of the attention. The moment Evelyn Carter stepped out of the glass doors, he moved swiftly, intercepting her path.

His voice dropped to a low, velvety murmur. "I'm injured. Think you could take me to the hospital?"

Before Evelyn could protest, he pressed his car keys into her palm, his fingers brushing hers just enough to send an unexpected jolt through her.

She tried to shove them back, but Ryan had already slid into the passenger seat, buckling up with an infuriating smirk.

Heat crept up her neck as she noticed their audience—colleagues from the executive floor emerging from the building, their gazes flickering between them.

Flustered, Evelyn practically leaped into the driver's seat. The second she spotted Victoria Sloan and Natalie Brooks whispering near the entrance, she slammed her foot on the accelerator, peeling away from the curb with a screech of tires.

The car hadn't even merged into traffic when Ryan's chuckle filled the space between them. "Didn't realize you were in such a hurry to be alone with me."

Evelyn's grip on the steering wheel tightened. This man would be the death of her.