Chapter 18: Chapter 18

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<html><head></head><body><p>"This design draft must be delivered to Valdemar Group in person—straight into Sebastian Valdemar's hands." Adrienne Klein slammed the kraft paper envelope onto the desk. "Find a way to make him approve it, or kiss your paycheck goodbye."</p> <p>Evelyn Roland's fingers twitched.</p> <p>Sebastian again.</p> <p>That man was like a persistent ghost.</p> <p>"Problem?" Adrienne narrowed her eyes.</p> <p>"None." Evelyn picked up the file briskly.</p> <p>Adrienne watched her retreating back, lips curling into a smirk. Everyone in the design department knew Sebastian was notoriously difficult. For three months, the third design team's proposals had been rejected repeatedly.</p> <p>"Newbies always think they can handle anything," she muttered under her breath.</p> <p>Whispers rippled through the office.</p> <p>"She actually took on Mr. Valdemar's project?"</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_3 --> <p>"Let's see how long before she comes back crying."</p> <p>"I give her ten minutes."</p> <p>Only Hannah Clementson chased after her, worried. "Evelyn, I heard Mr. Valdemar is terrifying..."</p> <p>"Relax." Evelyn patted her shoulder and stepped into the elevator without looking back.</p> <p>——</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_in_article_1 --> <p>Top floor of Valdemar Group.</p> <p>Evelyn stood before the CEO's office, taking a deep breath. If not for hiding her true identity, she'd never want to lay eyes on that scumbag again.</p> <p>"Enter." A deep voice resonated from inside.</p> <p>Sebastian was bent over his desk, his gaze razor-sharp behind gold-rimmed glasses. When he recognized the visitor, his pen skidded across the document, leaving an ugly ink stain.</p> <p>"You?"</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_in_article_3 --> <p>His eyes dropped to the ID badge on her chest, brows knitting. "A designer from KL?"</p> <p>Evelyn placed the file on his desk. "For your review, Mr. Valdemar."</p> <p>Instead of opening it, he studied her, slowly enunciating her name. "Evelyn... Roland?"</p> <p>"Is there a problem?" She met his gaze head-on.</p> <p>"Nothing." He smirked. "Just reminded me of someone I used to know."</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_2 --> <p>"What a coincidence." Her expression didn't flicker. "My colleagues often say I share a surname with the big boss."</p> <p>Sebastian finally flipped open the file—only to snap it shut after a glance. "Unacceptable."</p> <p>Expected.</p> <p>Evelyn reached for the file. "I'll revise it."</p> <p>"Wait." His hand pressed down on the corner. "I'm more curious why someone with medical expertise would switch to design."</p> <p>"That's personal." Her voice turned icy. "Since you're unsatisfied, no point wasting time."</p> <p>"In a hurry?" His lips curved. "I wasn't finished. This draft is inadequate, but I'll give you a chance—come back tonight at seven to discuss revisions."</p> <p>Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "And if I refuse?"</p> <p>"Then KL's collaboration with Valdemar ends here." He removed his glasses leisurely. "I doubt your supervisor would appreciate that news."</p> <!-- /22796784223/Netlink/arkmoremoney.com/banner_in_article_5 --> </body></html>