Chapter 315
The live stream chat exploded with a flurry of pink hearts and playful innuendos.
Bianca Savigny stole a glance at her phone, fingers fidgeting beneath the table. She longed to join the digital revelry, but one look at her mentor's stern profile made her shrink back.
"Bianca Savigny!"
The full-name summons sent a jolt down her spine.
Her head snapped up, meeting Evelyn Roland's icy gaze. Instantly, she ducked her chin like a startled rabbit.
"Miss Roland," Sebastian Valdemar's baritone voice flowed like cello notes, fingers grazing his lips with calculated slowness, "lovely weather today. Care for a stroll?"
"No—"
"Sir," Theodore Ashcroft interjected, sweat beading down his neck, "the board has requested your presence three times already. The New York flight departs tonight."
Sebastian's knuckles rapped the table once. The temperature in the room plummeted.
"Go." Evelyn didn't lift her eyes from her equipment.
"Call me if you need anything." He rose, his tailored slacks lingering in the camera frame for ten deliberate seconds before striding away.
The twenty-minute walk from Château Blanc to the parking lot set a new record.
Theodore trembled as he opened the Maybach's door, barely breathing.
Arctic silence filled the cabin.
"Drive."
Sebastian loosened his tie, all warmth erased from his expression.
"Yes, sir!"
"Next time," he adjusted a cufflink idly, "collect your termination papers from HR."
Theodore's shirt clung to his drenched back.
Viewership plummeted as the black luxury car disappeared. Yet stubborn comments flooded the screen:
[OMG did you see Sebastian's parting glare?!]
[This ship is CANON!]
Evelyn adjusted her equipment with unflinching precision, keystrokes ringing like chimes.
"Bianca," she said suddenly, "Mr. Valdemar's cardiac condition can't handle emotional extremes."
Bianca stuck out her tongue. "Got it, Master."