Chapter 479

"The baby's perfectly fine, Michael," Evelyn said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Are you sure?"

Evelyn grabbed Michael's arm and steered him toward the elevator.

"Let's go to the office now!"

"But is the baby really okay?" Michael asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Did the doctor clear you to return to work?"

"Yes, everything's fine."

The baby was safe, and her condition had improved. There was no reason she couldn't work.

Nathan stood beside Dominic, a small smile playing on his lips. "Congratulations, sir! The baby will be three months soon. Once it reaches that stage, the risk of miscarriage drops significantly."

Dominic's emotions were in turmoil.

Last night, he'd had a nightmare—one where the baby was gone.

Thankfully, it had only been a dream.

When Evelyn arrived at Thornfield Industries, the vice president immediately approached her with updates.

Despite her absence, she had stayed informed through regular emails from each department head.

As the vice president spoke, Evelyn picked up a magazine from the table.

It was the latest issue of Vogue Forward, the magazine that had interviewed her recently.

Evelyn's face graced the cover.

Originally, they had wanted her to come in for a photoshoot, but due to her illness, she had sent them a few personal photos instead.

The one they chose was a candid shot from her graduate school days—her holding a coffee cup, radiant under the sunlight.

She flipped open the magazine to the interview section.

Along with the Q&A, there was a glowing personal profile about her.

Evelyn's cheeks warmed, and she quickly closed it.

"We purchased five thousand copies, Miss Thorne," the vice president said, noticing her interest.

Evelyn froze.

"Didn't Michael tell you?" The vice president chuckled. "He insisted we distribute them to all staff and send one to each of our major clients."

A dull ache formed at her temples.

"Why wasn't I informed?!"

This was beyond excessive!

People might think she was trying to become a celebrity!

"Michael paid for them out of his own pocket, not company funds," the vice president explained. "That's why I didn’t mention it."

"Just give them to the staff. Don’t send them to clients!"

The vice president winced. "They were already couriered out this morning…"

Evelyn took a sip of water, trying to steady herself.

"All of them? Every single client?"

"I believe so. We used the sales department's list—only the top-tier ones."

"Show me the list…"

The vice president hesitated, then guessed, "Were you checking if Blackwood Group was on it, Miss Thorne? They're our most important client, so I had my assistant personally deliver a copy to them."

Evelyn buried her face in her hands.

At eleven that morning, the latest issue of Vogue Forward landed on Dominic's desk at Blackwood Group.

When he returned from his meeting, his gaze immediately locked onto the magazine before he even sat down.

There was no missing Evelyn's face on the cover.

He picked it up, scanning the headline of the interview.

"Exclusive with Evelyn Thorne: My Dream Man is Eric Montclair"

A cold fury washed over Dominic's expression.

With a sharp thud, he slammed the magazine onto his desk.