Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 29

Afraid Gregory might refuse, she pressed her palms together, murmuring a desperate, "Please, please."

Gregory sighed, resigned. "Fine, I'll drop it off. You head back."

It was as if she'd just been handed a royal pardon. The secretary all but bolted, her heels clattering down the hallway as she scurried away before Gregory could change his mind.

Gregory could only shake his head at the whole ordeal. Turning to the office door, he raised his hand to knock, but Soren's earlier instructions echoed in his mind.

Soren had been clear: anything related to the Whitmore family was his call, and his alone.

After a moment's hesitation, Gregory decided it was best not to risk angering Mr. Fawkes again. He lowered his hand and quietly walked away.

…

The Whitmore Residence.

"Really? The Fawkes family confirmed their investment?"

Winston, who'd been lounging on the sofa, shot up with delight the moment he heard the news. He could hardly contain his excitement.

"That's fantastic, thank you! Please thank Mr. Fawkes for me too. With this, the Whitmore family's project is sure to succeed—we won't let Mr. Fawkes down again."

After expressing his gratitude several more times, Winston waited, grinning, for the other person to hang up.

The commotion brought Hazel downstairs in her pajamas. The moment Winston saw her, he hurried over, swept her up in his arms, and spun her around and around, ignoring her startled squeal.

"We did it, darling!" he laughed breathlessly. "How did I end up with such a brilliant wife?"

Winston was practically glowing with joy.

In the past, getting the Fawkes family to invest always required Old Mrs. Fawkes's intervention. This was the first time Soren had agreed so decisively.

Hazel had been right all along—relying solely on Evangeline's help to secure favors for the Whitmore family wasn't a sustainable plan. If you want something done, you have to build your own strength.

Hazel disentangled herself from Winston, smoothing her nightdress with a composed, almost mysterious air—as if hiding her true abilities behind a calm façade.

"Alright then—let's try for a son."

He swept Hazel up again, her laughter ringing through the house as he carried her upstairs.

…

After packing her things, Evangeline lay down for what she thought would be a short rest. But the moment her head hit the pillow, exhaustion took over, and she drifted off.

She had no idea how long she'd slept until the sharp ring of her phone jolted her awake.

It was Soren.

"Tomorrow afternoon, come with me to the Fawkes estate."

His voice was cold and curt, unmistakably Soren.