Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 30

Her waist-length black hair was draped over her shoulders, with a few strands brushing past her ear and resting on her chest.

When Melissa spoke, she kept her head lowered cautiously. She was short and thin, dressed in a simple white dress that was slightly faded from washing. Standing pitifully outside the elevator, she looked like a lost kitten abandoned in the bushes.

Evan’s heart softened at the sight. He took a step forward, gently pressed his lips to her forehead, and then stepped back to his original position.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come see you after I take care of things.”

Reassured by his promise, Melissa finally relaxed. She pressed her lips together and nodded, then broke into a radiant, teary-eyed smile.

The elevator doors closed.

The faint warmth on Evan’s face instantly vanished, replaced by his usual icy demeanor.

He stared at the descending numbers on the display, an inexplicable sense of unease growing inside him.

Soon, the black Bentley left the hospital parking lot and headed toward the Heights.

The atmosphere in the car was tense. Jason kept glancing at his boss in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Evan rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window. The tie that had been perfectly knotted was now loosened, hanging casually around his long neck.

With his collar unbuttoned, he had lost his usual sternness and gained a touch of untamed charm.

Jason wasn't paying attention to his boss's charm; he was focused on the unmoving traffic ahead, a headache building.

It was the peak of morning rush hour, and the roads were gridlocked. They hadn’t moved an inch in what felt like ages.

Evan checked his phone several times. The lock screen showed no new messages or missed call notifications.

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