“Apologies, Mr. Seet, but my father is resting right now. Would you like to speak with me instead?”
Evan stared straight into his eyes gloomily. “Fine then,” he said after a long pause.
John grimaced. Isn’t Levant after Mr. Seet’s blood? He’ll be in deep trouble if he speaks to him!
“Um, Mr. Seet, I think it’s time to go back…”
Before John could finish his sentence, Evan shushed him and walked into the building with much confidence.
Levant followed him closely, and John could feel cold sweat trickling down his back.
I hope he’ll be fine…
Meanwhile, Evan and Levant arrived at the living room. Levant ordered the maids there to make them some tea.
“Please take a seat, Mr. Seet,” he said, gesturing to the sofa.
Evan sank into the soft leather sofa and leaned into its backrest while crossing one leg over the other. His expression was blank, yet his aura could make anyone cower in fear.
He stayed silent as Levant studied him from head to toe. It was as though Levant was the guest and he was the host, rather than the other way round.
“What brings you here at this hour, Mr. Seet?” Levant asked.
“There’s something that I would like to discuss with your father,” Evan replied.
“May I know what it is?”
“No.”
Levant forced himself to stay calm. Whatever. I know exactly what you want to talk about anyway.
He knew that Nicole had gotten into a conflict with his father over her background, and Evan’s visit could only mean one thing – he was trying to get them to reconcile.
After all, Stephen had wanted Nicole to be his heir.
By helping them reconcile and getting Nicole to take up Stephen’s post, Evan would be able to reap a considerable amount of profit.
Levant huffed and glanced at Evan. “Well, Mr. Seet, which one of the following matters to you more – Nicole or your reputation?”
There was no one else in the room other than John and Levant’s right-hand man Jamie Ankins, so Levant did not see the need to be subtle about his questions.
He was very relaxed, yet Evan struggled to figure out what his true intentions were.
Evan frowned. “What do you mean? Stop beating around the bush.”
Levant scoffed. “I’ve heard everything about Nicole’s conflict with my dad. You’re here to reduce the tension, aren’t you? I’m sure you have a lot to gain from getting them to reconcile.”
Evan fell silent in realization.
Oh…so that’s what he meant…
Does he think that I’m trying to take advantage of his father and Nicole’s relationship?
I see…so that’s what matters to you the most!
Instead of answering him, Evan simply picked up his cup of tea and took a sip from it.
Those benefits meant nothing to me, and there’s no need for me to explain my true intentions to you either!
Even so, he managed to glean something important from their exchange.
“Is that why you’re trying so hard to make her fall for you? Just because she’s the Duke’s daughter?” Evan asked, staring straight into Levant’s eyes.
What Evan had just said was nothing short of the truth; Levant had his eyes on the position of Duke, and marrying Nicole would bestow that title upon him as well.
However, he had fallen in love with her in the process of achieving his goal, unfortunately.
“What if I told you that I loved her? She deserves all the love in the world,” Levant said.
Evan’s glare could almost burn a hole through his head. “She’s my wife! Don’t you dare try and snatch her away!”
“Oh, really?” Levant said defiantly. “She’s still so young! What if you got into an accident? I’m sure you don’t want her to live out the rest of her life all alone, right?”
Evan raised an eyebrow. Is he cursing me?
Levant had tried to kill him once through the air crash, and it seemed that he would not hesitate to try again.
Evan gave him a scathing glare and pursed his lips together. “Accidents? I’m pretty sure they occur to everyone!”
