Chapter 1202

Chapter 1202:

Evie couldn’t pinpoint anything wrong in that moment, so all she could do was shake her head, her response almost detached.

“It’s not too much.”

“Great,” Waylon said, his tone lighter.

“The breakfast is in the car. I’ll grab it.”

He turned and walked to his car, a faint sense of relief washing over him. He’d made progress today.

For the first time in days, Waylon stepped into Evie’s villa again. Last time, Waylon had been so overwhelmed by his own thoughts that he hadn’t really paid attention to Evie’s place. But this time, as he stepped inside, he couldn’t help but notice that while Evie seemed much more cheerful and lively than her brother, her sense of style was strikingly similar to his.

The villa was almost exactly the same as when it was first built, with no personal touches in sight. He remembered that Evie hadn’t always been like this when she was younger.

Waylon made his way to the dining table, opening the boxes one by one, handing the spoon to Evie as he asked, “Have you been living here since you moved out of your family’s house? I remember how much you loved those pink, fairy-tale-themed rooms when you were little.”

Evie paused, the spoon in her hand. She glanced around her house. Aside from the stuffed toys from her family’s house on the sofa and bed were the only things that gave the place any warmth; everything else was minimalist and impersonal, almost like a hotel room.

She scooped some hot cocoa and said, “My room at my family’s house was decorated by my parents. This is just a place for me to rest after work. It doesn’t really matter how it’s decorated.”

She tried to smile, but to Waylon, it wasn’t a real smile—it was a stiff twitch of her lips.

He frowned without thinking.

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Evie looked at Waylon, her gaze curious.

“Waylon, aren’t you going to eat?”

Waylon had pushed most of his work aside and had plenty of time to spare. In the last few days, he hadn’t been able to meet with Evie, so he had eaten all the breakfasts by himself. Now, he didn’t feel like eating.

“You eat first. I’ll eat after you’re done,” he replied.

Evie didn’t have much of an appetite. She ate a small portion, leaving the rest for Waylon to finish.

Before this, Waylon had already made up his mind about what he would do when he saw Evie. But when he saw her smile—a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes when she mentioned her parents—he changed his mind.

“Evie, do you want to go out and have some fun?”

“Huh?”

Meanwhile, on the virtual trading platform, Madisyn sold her shares and used most of the funds to acquire the development rights for Fisher Bay.

The market valuation of Fisher Bay was incredibly low. After what Madisyn did, the NCI asset rankings shifted. J’s name vanished, and Lilian shot up from third place to first, with an astonishing 4.9 billion in assets.

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