All Chapters of Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Evelyn POVVincent was standing at the bar, leaning against it with one elbow, his body angled toward the bartender. He was wearing dark golf trousers and a navy polo damp with perspiration, his hair pushed back from his forehead, slightly curling at the temples from the heat. He looked relaxed.Like a man in his element, surrounded by people who made him comfortable.Surrounding him were four women. All young, all attractive, all dressed in matching golf skirts and fitted polo shirts that suggested they'd been playing together. Two of them were flanking Vincent on either side, their arms looped through his, leaning into him with the casual intimacy of women who felt entirely entitled to his proximity. One of them was saying something into his ear, and he tilted his head toward her and laughed warmly.He was laughing with reckless abandon. The smile that I’d thought was reserved for quiet moments and private conversations was being deployed at full wattage in a rooftop bar for an audi

Evelyn POVI jerked upright, wiping my face frantically with the back of my hand, smearing mascara across my cheekbone. Through the tear-blurred glass, I could see two figures in uniform. Cedar Heights security. Dark polo shirts with the club crest, clipboards, and stiff postures.I lowered the window, still sniffling, trying to compose a face that didn't look like it had just spent three minutes screaming into a steering wheel."Ma'am," the first officer said. He was young, clean-shaven, and clearly uncomfortable with what he was about to say. "Are you the owner of this vehicle?""Yes.""Ma'am, I'm afraid your vehicle is in violation of Cedar Heights' parking and traffic regulations." He consulted his clipboard. "You're parked in a fire lane. This section of the lot is clearly marked with red kerb striping and signage indicating that no vehicles are to be parked or left unattended at any time."I looked down. He was right. In my distress, I'd pulled into the first space I'd seen witho

Adrian POVI stood and extended my hand to her. She took it, her fingers cold in mine despite the warm afternoon, and I pulled her to her feet. She swayed slightly, and I steadied her, then bent to collect the scattered contents of her bag: a lipstick, tissues, her wallet, a pen with the Bennett Holdings logo. She took them and shoved them into the bag without arranging them, which told me more about her state of mind than anything she'd said.We walked to the car slowly. She was favouring one foot where the heel had rubbed her ankle raw, and I matched her pace. I opened the passenger door, waited for her to settle in, then walked around and got behind the wheel, but I didn't start the engine.We sat in the quiet for a moment. The car ticked softly as the engine cooled from the drive, and through the windshield, the Cedar Heights clubhouse glowed white against the afternoon sky."Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.She was quiet for a long time. Her eyes were fixed on the windshiel

Adrian POVEvelyn was no longer alone. Grace had arrived while I was gone. She was sitting across from her in the booth, tablet out, speaking quickly. She looked up when I slid in beside Evelyn.“Mr Whitmore,” she said, nodding to me. “Thank you for getting to her.”"Of course." I looked at the table. Evelyn had ordered what appeared to be half the menu and was eating a piece of bread with the single-minded determination of someone whose body had finally overruled her pride. "Grace, the email and the phone records from Prescott's supposed office. What has your team found?"Grace turned the tablet toward me. The email was displayed on screen, formatted to look like a legitimate Meridian Partners communication, but the domain was off by a single character. Meridian-partnrs.com instead of meridian-partners.com. A missing letter."The domain was registered three days ago through an offshore registrar," Grace said. "No identity verification required. The registration details are fake, and

Evelyn POVThe silence between us was strange.It wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but loaded in a way that neither of us seemed to know how to unload.We'd spent the past three hours in constant motion: phone calls, revelations, Laurence's arrival, the discovery that Prescott didn't exist, the cascade of information, emotion, and crisis management that had carried us from a kerb in a parking lot to a back booth at Carmichael's. And now the motion had stopped, and we were standing still.Then I sneezed.It came out of nowhere, a sharp, involuntary burst that I caught too late with the back of my hand. And then another one, followed by a shiver that ran through me like a current."That's it," Adrian said. "I'm getting you to the car before you catch a cold."He placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the parking area. His palm was warm through the fabric of my blazer, and I let him steer me without protest.We got into the car. Adrian started the engine, and the heater