Chapter 741

Chapter 740:
Trinity was already living with that heart-wrenching pain every day. Her pursuit of Jason had long since proven futile. And now that Wanda had boldly declared her interest in Cole, Trinity had locked away any lingering thoughts of him. But Wanda had never been one to care about someone else’s pain—not even her sister’s. If she had the slightest chance at winning Cole, she would cling to him and never let go.
Unfortunately, Eva shut Wanda down with a sharp glare. “Stay here, Wanda. Don’t follow me.”
Wanda froze mid-step, her face falling. She didn’t argue. One look at Eva’s expression, and she knew better than to push her luck. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ.net
Without another word, Eva climbed into the car and drove away from Harmony Estate.
Night had fully settled over the mountains, cloaking the estate in darkness. Eva’s car traced a winding path down the narrow road, headlights carving through the black like a blade.
From the third floor, behind a tall window that stretched from floor to ceiling, Milton stood beside Arthur, watching the car disappear into the night.
Milton let out a dry chuckle. “Let me guess… she’s going to find her precious nephew, Cole.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.
Arthur let out a cold sneer. “She was kicked out of the Evans family ages ago. Cole’s the only lifeline she has left now. And now that he’s planning to marry her adopted daughter, she’ll cling to that connection. He’ll have no choice but to give her some respect.”
Milton’s expression darkened. “Cole’s not the kind of man you can manipulate easily,” he said, his brows knitting in thought. “If he decides to protect Eva, we’ll have a serious problem on our hands.”
Arthur nodded silently. The Campbell family had deep roots—powerful, established, and untouchable in many ways. But Cole was a wild card. A prodigy with a sharp mind and hidden depths. No one could be sure just how dangerous he might be or what else he was hiding behind that calm exterior.
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Picking a fight with a man like him? Only a fool would do that. The Campbells weren’t afraid of Cole, but an all-out war? That would only end in blood on both sides. And neither family would benefit from that.
Milton exhaled slowly and then muttered, “What I don’t get is how a man like Cole—sharp, calculating, powerful—would fall for someone like Wanda. She’s shallow, manipulative, and as fake as they come. Has he always had such terrible taste?”
Even during their years abroad before relocating to this city, Arthur and Milton had heard plenty of rumors about the Evans family—especially about Cole. Word was he’d married an unattractive woman, and yet he adored her. At the time, it had seemed admirable. A man of power, unmoved by beauty, seeing past the surface to love someone for who she was. They’d actually respected him for that. They thought him to be rare, a man who rose above shallow standards.
But then, just a few days ago, Cole had shown up at the Campbell estate, proposing to Wanda. That image had utterly shattered. So much for depth and wisdom. To fall for someone like Wanda? They’d decided he wasn’t noble—just blind.
No man with decent judgment would find Wanda appealing. She was all glitter and no gold—a pretty face masking an empty core, with nothing of substance to offer.
When Cole had shown up at the Campbell estate to propose, both Arthur and Milton had been stunned. To them, it was like watching a delicate flower being planted in a pile of manure—Cole, of course, was the flower, and Wanda the muck beneath it.
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