Chapter 590

Everett pressed his lips into a thin line, carefully removing Genevieve's hand from his shoulder. "I should head home."

He turned to leave.

Genevieve froze for a split second before calling out, "Everett!"

Reginald stepped forward, his voice laced with concern. "You're already under the influence. Why insist on leaving? I'll arrange for you and my daughter to be taken to the hotel."

Everett shook his head. "No, I'm fine."

Genevieve's face paled at the rejection. She was stunning—flawless features, a figure that turned heads—and yet, despite the endless line of suitors, she had fallen for Everett, a man with nothing but ambition.

She had been bold, making her desires clear at every opportunity. So why was he resisting? Wasn't she the one risking her reputation?

Reginald frowned, studying Everett with suspicion. "What's the problem? Genevieve is your fiancée. This is just a natural step forward. Why make it complicated?"

His gaze sharpened. "Unless... you're not serious about my daughter? Have you been playing us?"

"Father, Everett would never!" Genevieve rushed to his defense.

Everett glanced at her, then took her hand in his. "Mr. Blackwood, it's not what you think."

Reginald's expression softened. "Good. Everett, I value you. I already see you as family." He leaned in, lowering his voice. "In a few days, some very important figures will arrive in Willowbrook. Their movements are confidential, but I'm telling you this because I trust you. If you and Genevieve take this step, I'll introduce you to them."

A thrill shot through Everett's chest. This was the moment he had been waiting for—his chance to finally meet him.

But the price was clear. He had to spend the night with Genevieve.

Reginald opened the car door. "Get in."

The choice was his.

The drug pulsed through Everett's veins, heat spreading relentlessly. He hesitated—then exhaled sharply and slid into the car beside Genevieve.

A triumphant smile curved her lips.

Reginald grinned. "That's more like it. Welcome to the family."

He turned to the driver. "Take them to The Grand Celeste. Ensure they're undisturbed."

The driver bowed. "Of course, Mr. Blackwood."

The door clicked shut, and the sleek black car sped away.

Minutes later, they arrived at the penthouse suite of the luxury hotel. Men in dark suits stood guard outside—Reginald's men.

One opened the door with a deferential nod. "Everything has been prepared. You won't be interrupted."

Genevieve's cheeks flushed as she stepped inside, pulling Everett with her. The door closed behind them with a soft, final click.