âApologies, Mr. Seet, but my father is resting right now. Would you like to speak with me instead?â
Evan stared straight into his eyes gloomily. âFine then,â he said after a long pause.
John grimaced. Isnât Levant after Mr. Seetâs blood? Heâll be in deep trouble if he speaks to him!
âUm, Mr. Seet, I think itâs time to go backâ¦â
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 heâll be fineâ¦
Meanwhile, Evan and Levant arrived at the living room. Levant ordered the maids there to make them some tea.
âPlease take a seat, Mr. Seet,â 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.
âWhat brings you here at this hour, Mr. Seet?â Levant asked.
âThereâs something that I would like to discuss with your father,â Evan replied.
âMay I know what it is?â
âNo.â
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 Evanâs visit could only mean one thing â 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 Stephenâs post, Evan would be able to reap a considerable amount of profit.
Levant huffed and glanced at Evan. âWell, Mr. Seet, which one of the following matters to you more â Nicole or your reputation?â
There was no one else in the room other than John and Levantâs 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. âWhat do you mean? Stop beating around the bush.â
Levant scoffed. âIâve heard everything about Nicoleâs conflict with my dad. Youâre here to reduce the tension, arenât you? Iâm sure you have a lot to gain from getting them to reconcile.â
Evan fell silent in realization.
Ohâ¦so thatâs what he meantâ¦
Does he think that Iâm trying to take advantage of his father and Nicoleâs relationship?
I seeâ¦so thatâs 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 thereâs no need for me to explain my true intentions to you either!
Even so, he managed to glean something important from their exchange.
âIs that why youâre trying so hard to make her fall for you? Just because sheâs the Dukeâs daughter?â Evan asked, staring straight into Levantâs 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.
âWhat if I told you that I loved her? She deserves all the love in the world,â Levant said.
Evanâs glare could almost burn a hole through his head. âSheâs my wife! Donât you dare try and snatch her away!â
âOh, really?â Levant said defiantly. âSheâs still so young! What if you got into an accident? Iâm sure you donât want her to live out the rest of her life all alone, right?â
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. âAccidents? Iâm pretty sure they occur to everyone!â