Chapter 277

Evelyn Carter pressed her lips together, her gaze steady as she looked at Alexander Hamilton. "How do you plan to handle this?"

Alexander tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "What would you like me to do?"

"Anything I want?"

"Mhm."

Evelyn lifted her eyes, locking them onto Yvonne Young.

Yvonne's face paled slightly, but she forced a cold smile. "At worst, you'll fire me. My family doesn't need money like some people who rely on men to survive. This job means nothing to me. When Annabelle got me into Hamilton Group, she never expected me to actually work."

Vivian Dempsey scoffed. "Oh, so you're not part of legal—you're Annabelle's spy camera in Hamilton Group? Here to monitor which women Alexander talks to?"

"Alexander would never be interested in the likes of you!" Yvonne lifted her chin. "You outsiders could never understand what Annabelle means to him."

"What meaning?" Vivian rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't tell me it's some cheesy past-life connection?"

Yvonne smirked and waved her phone. "Think whatever you want. Firing me won't change anything. Alexander will return to Annabelle eventually. Just wait and see."

Vivian made a face at the phone. "Perfect! A scumbag and a schemer—they deserve each other. Stay together and spare the rest of us!" She jabbed the end-call button.

"Yvonne? Vivian? What are you doing here?"

Vincent Wilson strolled over with a curvy beauty on his arm, followed by Gregory Wilson and an unfamiliar man.

Vivian whispered to Evelyn, "That's Nathan York."

Vincent's eyes darted between them, his smile oily. "Even your arguments are a sight to behold. How about I treat everyone to dinner tonight? My treat to smooth things over."

Yvonne pouted. "Stop pretending. Shouldn't you be with your new fling?"

"Old friends matter more than new flames." Vincent oozed charm.

Yvonne giggled. "How many girls have fallen for that silver tongue of yours?"

"I swear, all my exes say I'm a good guy." He feigned innocence.

"Please. It's been ages. Drop the act if you want to stay friends."

"Fine, fine. Whatever you say."

Vivian tugged Evelyn's arm. "Let's go."

Yvonne suddenly blocked their path and turned to Vincent. "Vincent, you need to pick a side today."

Vincent played dumb. "What side?"

"You know Dr. Carter, right?" Yvonne pointed at Evelyn. "She just tattled to Alexander to get me fired. If he does it, will you back me up?"

Vincent chuckled nervously. "I can't interfere with Hamilton Group's affairs."

"Cut the crap!" Yvonne's expression darkened. "I'm asking you—do you want Annabelle as the first lady, or her?"

Vincent wiped his brow. "Shouldn't you ask Alexander that...?"

"His answer is obvious! We've seen how he treats Annabelle since we were kids!"

Vincent kept sweating, still trying to deflect. "Yvonne, let them go. I'll take you for drinks?"

Yvonne slammed the table. "Vincent Wilson! Choose one—Annabelle or Dr. Carter?"

"I..."

"Pick Annabelle, and we're still friends. Pick her, and we're done!"

Vincent wrung his hands. "After all these years of friendship..."

"Choose!" Yvonne snapped.

Vincent shot Nathan a desperate look.

Nathan cleared his throat. "Yvonne—"

Yvonne cut him off. "You too! Who should be the first lady?"