Chapter 587

Genevieve's nails dug into her palms as bitter jealousy burned through her veins. Though officially engaged to Everett, she knew with painful certainty that Rosalind still held a piece of his heart.

That unshakable feminine intuition screamed at her, impossible to ignore.

With Rosalind's sudden reappearance, Genevieve felt danger closing in like a tightening noose. She was utterly obsessed with Everett - losing him wasn't an option.

"Ms. Blackwood, is everything alright?"

Genevieve snapped, her expression darkening. "All of you - out!"

The staff scattered instantly, sensing the storm brewing in her stormy eyes.

Just then, Reginald arrived. His concerned gaze swept over his daughter. "What happened? Who upset you?"

Genevieve threw herself into her father's arms. "Papa..."

Reginald glanced around the empty room. "Where's Everett? I thought you two were together. Why are you alone?"

Genevieve bit her lip, unwilling to criticize Everett directly. "He stepped away briefly. I... I can't bear the thought of losing him. We must marry immediately!"

Reginald arched an eyebrow. "Why this sudden urgency?"

"I just need to be his wife," she whispered desperately. "But he seems reluctant to set a date. You must find a way to make him commit."

With a calculated smile, she added, "You've always admired Everett, haven't you? Called him the son you never had. Once we're married, you can hand the business to him. We'll give you grandchildren to spoil while you enjoy retirement!"

Reginald chuckled deeply. "My little girl's grown up so fast. Very well, I'll arrange something."

"What's your plan?"

He winked conspiratorially. "A little overnight arrangement to make an honest woman of you."

Genevieve's cheeks flushed scarlet. "Father!"

"Unless you'd rather not?"

"Of course I want to!" she declared fiercely.

Genevieve was certain that once she shared Everett's bed, he'd have no choice but to marry her. Then that Rosalind would be permanently out of the picture.

Everett gripped Rosalind's slender wrist like a vice, dragging her down the corridor. She stumbled after his long strides, protesting. "Release me!"

He whirled suddenly, slamming her against the wall. With one sharp motion, he tore off her mask, revealing her delicate features.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, voice like ice.

Rosalind glared defiantly. "Since when do I need your permission? I go where I please."

Everett's jaw tightened. "You don't belong here. Return to your own—"

"If you can come, so can I!" she interrupted, lips curling in challenge. "You claimed not to know me earlier. So why rescue me? Why care?"

Everett's gaze darkened. "Rosalind, there's no future for us."

He turned to leave.

But Rosalind moved faster. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his tall frame down. Caught off guard, Everett found himself nose-to-nose with her fiery gaze.