Chapter 39

Evelyn sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's been tough, Adrian," she admitted. "Launching a self-driving program right now seems impossible. Even the most cutting-edge AI can't compete with human intuition. If I don't believe in it, why would investors?"

Adrian smirked, swirling his drink. "You're thinking too small. People invest in vision, not just results. There’s a gala tonight—full of heirs and moguls. Want to tag along? You might find someone willing to take a chance on you."

Evelyn scoffed. "A room full of trust-fund babies? No thanks. I need self-made tycoons, not spoiled brats."

"They’ll be there too," Adrian countered, nudging her. "Besides, I need backup. My father set me up on a blind date. Moral support?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes but relented. "Fine."

By seven, they arrived at the Oceanview Grand Hotel, its chandeliers casting a golden glow over the elite crowd.

"Let’s split up," Adrian suggested. "Easier for you to scout investors."

Evelyn nodded. "Don’t worry, I won’t cramp your date’s style."

Adrian grinned. "Keep your phone close. I’ll text if I need an escape."

"Got it."

They entered the ballroom separately. Evelyn grabbed a flute of champagne and lingered near the edge, scanning the room.

She spotted Adrian’s date almost immediately.

Her breath hitched.

That face—she knew it.

Dominic Blackwood.

They’d met once before at Thornfield Industries, a tense encounter that left her unsettled.

Evelyn set her glass down and fired off a text.

Evelyn: Who’s your date? He looks familiar.

Adrian’s phone lit up mid-conversation. She glanced at the screen, then replied.

Adrian: Dominic Blackwood. You know him?

Evelyn: I do!!!

Adrian: That reaction… Did something happen? I can ditch him.

Evelyn: No! But he’s sitting on a fortune—hundreds of millions. He’s been eyeing my father’s company.

Adrian: Seriously? He looks too young for that kind of wealth.

Evelyn: Trust me. Something’s off about him. Play along, but don’t mention me.

Adrian: Got it. I’ll dig for info.

While Adrian typed, Dominic’s gaze drifted across the room—and locked onto Evelyn.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

Then he pulled out his phone.

Dominic: Interesting place for a married woman, Evelyn. Or should I say… Mrs. Blackwood?