Chapter 579

Alistair extended a packet of fever medication toward Rosalind. "You need to take these."

Rosalind lay weakly against the pillows, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want them."

Alistair arched a brow. "What's the matter? Did Everett turn you down?"

Rosalind shot him a sharp glare. Of course he would bring that up now, when she was already drowning in misery.

A chuckle escaped him. "What did I tell you? You'll never win Everett over. Let it go. Move on."

Silence stretched between them as Rosalind fixed her gaze on the ceiling.

Alistair sighed. "There are plenty of other men out there. I know several promising young gentlemen. I could arrange introductions. They say the fastest way to heal a broken heart is to find someone new, isn't that right?"

Rosalind only pulled the blankets tighter around herself, refusing to answer.

Alistair set the medicine on the nightstand. "Take the pills. I'll leave you to rest."

With that, he strode out.

Rosalind sat up just long enough to swallow the medication before collapsing back onto the bed, shutting her eyes tightly.

Maybe she should listen to Alistair. Maybe she really needed to forget Everett.

After all, he had never truly cared for her. The cruel words he'd thrown at her still stung, and now there was another woman in his life.

But every time she closed her eyes, Everett's striking features burned behind her eyelids, refusing to fade.

She wanted to forget him—desperately—but her heart wouldn't cooperate.

With a shaky exhale, Rosalind grabbed her phone and opened WhatsApp.

Her fingers hovered before she typed: [I have a fever.]

Meanwhile, Everett stood across from Reginald Blackwood—Genevieve's father—a man whose influence stretched deep into the underworld. Reginald was heavyset, but his sharp eyes betrayed a cunning mind.

Everett handed over the week's financial reports. Reginald skimmed through them, satisfaction curling his lips. "I knew I made the right choice trusting you. What you've accomplished in a week would take my men half a year. You've got vision and nerve."

Genevieve, clinging to her father's arm, chimed in. "Dad, Everett has been working nonstop. Why don't you reward him with a day off?"

Reginald smirked at his daughter. "Hoping he'll spend it with you, are you?"

"Dad!" Genevieve flushed, stealing a glance at Everett.

Everett remained impassive, his expression unreadable.

Reginald stepped closer, clapping a hand on Everett's shoulder. "Everett, my daughter's feelings are obvious, and I hold you in high regard. I have no son, but if you marry her, we'll be family. Everything I have will be yours."

Everett flicked a glance at Genevieve before responding. "Mr. Blackwood, I'm not worthy of your daughter."

Genevieve stomped her foot. "Everett, are you rejecting me? Dad, I don't care—I love him!"

Reginald squeezed Everett's shoulder. "She's set on you, and I know you'll come to care for her too. Marry her, and you'll inherit everything. Let me tell you something—I have connections with powerful figures. I can introduce you."

Everett already knew who those "powerful figures" were. The mastermind behind it all was the infamous drug lord known as Shadow.

The only reason Everett was here was to use Reginald as a stepping stone to reach Shadow—the man who had murdered his father.

Now, Reginald was offering that introduction... but only if Everett agreed to marry Genevieve.

He had no interest in Genevieve, but it seemed he had no choice.

Reginald studied him expectantly. "Think it over. Let me know if you're willing to marry my daughter."