Alexander Vance is here!

Seven or eight security guards surrounded Evelyn Ross.

They closed in step by step.

Julian Evans frowned.

"Evelyn Ross, you'd better leave the Vance estate yourself."

"Spare yourself the trouble."

"Trespassing is a crime."

"We wouldn't break the law even if we beat you to death."

Isabella Ashcroft leaned against him.

A sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

Even at a time like this, Julian was still worried about her.

That troublemaker Evelyn!

She had to be driven out today.

Isabella spoke softly.

"Evelyn, just leave."

"I'll arrange a job for your husband with the Vance Group."

"If you have nowhere to go, you can return to the Ashcroft residence…"

Evelyn turned her head.

Her lips curved into a mocking smile.

"The Vances can't tolerate me."

"Would you really feel safe with me back at the Ashcrofts?"

Isabella's eyes flickered.

Of course not!

But it was better than having her stay here and seduce Julian.

Isabella looked down.

"You could go back and take care of Mom and Dad."

"I'd be happy about that…"

"Hypocrite."

Evelyn coldly spat out the word.

Isabella's eyes reddened.

"Evelyn, please go."

"If you stay here, you'll just flirt with Mr. Vance one moment and pester Julian the next."

"You'll cause a rift between uncle and nephew!"

Evelyn scoffed.

"Don't flatter Julian Evans."

"If I've already hooked Mr. Vance, why would I ever look at him?"

Julian's face darkened.

Isabella's mouth twitched.

Margaret Evans was furious.

"What's wrong with my son compared to Alexander Vance?"

"In terms of looks…"

She paused.

Julian was handsome in a sunny way.

But he couldn't match Alexander's refined features.

She quickly changed tack.

"In terms of education…"

She paused again.

Julian's attendance at San Francisco University was impressive.

But Alexander's Stanford graduate degree was superior.

Margaret pressed on stubbornly.

"…He's not inferior to his uncle!"

"My son is younger."

"Six years younger!"

"He's more filial."

"He has a better temper."

"He's easier to control!"

"Being with Alexander Vance, you'd just be his mistress."

"With my son, you might actually rise in status!"

"Don't think I don't know your schemes!"

Isabella clenched her fists.

This hit home.

Julian was soft-hearted.

Easily swayed.

The possessive look he gave Evelyn was unmistakable.

She had to be driven out today.

Before she could tempt him later.

Evelyn found it ridiculous.

"Only you see Julian Evans as a treasure."

"In my eyes, trash belongs in the trash can."

"Never get divorced."

"Don't inflict yourselves on others."

"Isabella Ashcroft."

"Julian Evans."

"May you stay together for a hundred years."

"Locked together forever."

Julian was furious and humiliated.

"Evelyn Ross!"

"Is that really how you see me?"

Four years of pursuit in university.

Worthless in her eyes?

Isabella gritted her teeth.

"Evelyn Ross, you're all talk!"

"If you weren't still hung up on Julian, why would you纠缠 his uncle?"

"You tricked Eleanor Vance into letting you live here."

"Wasn't it just to see Julian?"

Julian felt slightly relieved.

Margaret sneered.

"She's just putting on a brave face!"

"Do you really think you're Alexander Vance's wife?"

"You're just a mistress!"

"How dare you look down on my son…"

"Who in San Francisco is better than my son?"

Julian was indeed outstanding among the city's rich heirs.

San Francisco University was top ten nationally.

How many wealthy heirs couldn't get in?

Most went abroad for inferior degrees.

The Vances were still the top family in San Francisco…

This was why Isabella had fought for Julian.

Margaret looked at Isabella.

"Don't waste words on her, daughter-in-law!"

"She's asking for a beating!"

"Security, teach her a lesson!"

"Make her understand the cost of insulting my son!"

The security guards surged forward.

Julian frowned.

"Don't be too harsh…"

Before he could finish, Isabella gripped his arm.

Isabella sighed.

"Evelyn is stubborn."

"If she doesn't suffer a little, she'll never respect you."

Julian fell silent.

…

Vance Group.

Alexander Vance was in a meeting.

He received a call from the老夫人 and immediately stood up.

He ordered Thomas Watson.

"Prepare the car!"

"Home!"

"Now!"

"Yes." Thomas hurried to follow.

They rushed out of the conference room.

The executives exchanged bewildered glances.

"Did something happen to the老夫人?"

"I thought her condition was stable?"

"I heard a rumor…"

"What? Tell us!"

"I heard Mrs. Vance has returned."

"Mr. Vance has always kept her identity secret."

"He values her highly."

"Could something have happened to her?"

…

Alexander didn't hear the议论.

He raced to the underground parking garage.

He headed straight for the driver's seat.

"Get out."

The driver was startled but complied.

Alexander got in.

The driver asked hurriedly.

"Mr. Vance, where are you going? I—"

"Vroom—"

The Bentley luxury car sped out.

The sedan moved with the force of a sports car.

Thomas arrived, panting.

He waved to the bodyguards.

"After him!"

"Quick!"

Alexander sped all the way.

He charged into the Vance estate.

He didn't park in the garage.

He drove straight to the courtyard outside Eleanor Vance's residence!