When she heard that, Rowena strode forward and held Evelyn's hand anxiously.

“I'm sorry, Evelyn. I shouldn't have said those things before. I'm sorry. Could you forgive me and stop being mad at my brother? I've been thinking about apologizing to you face to face. I'm sorry."

Sheffield watched Rowena's every move carefully, and he wasn't disappointed. This woman was indeed the scheming bitch of bitches.

Evelyn wanted to take her hand back, but to no avail. In a cold voice, she answered, “It's fine. Water under the bridge. And I'm not mad at your brother, because we're not together anymore. We don't click."

“Evelyn, you still mad at me? I'm really sorry. I was a damn idiot. Can you forgive me?”

Calvert said in a sullen voice, “Eve, you and Rowena are nothing alike.

She's innocent, pure and simple. She is not scheming. What she said..."

“Sorry, Mr. Calvert. Can I say something?" Sheffield interrupted

Calvert politely.

The other three people turned their confused eyes to Look at him.

Although he still wore a playful smile, he said in a serious tone, "Mr.

Calvert, I don't think it's a bad thing to be scheming. At least Evelyn won't be fooled by a bad guy. And she doesn't hurt anyone. Your so-called sister, on the other hand. Innocent? Come on. This girl schemes in her sleep. You can polish a turd all day, and it's still just a turd."

Both Calvert's and Rowena's faces turned grim at his words. Calvert warned him coldly, "Sir, please watch your mouth. Rowena is still a young girl. Show some respect."

Eyes reddened, Rowena felt wronged and kept silent.

Evelyn was surprised. Everything he did surprised her. That might be why she was intrigued; he wasn't boring.

Evelyn was moved by what he said. She clutched her purse tightly, when she heard what Sheffield said next.

Calvert was nothing in Sheffield's eyes.

"It's like I always said. I have a theory-call it the hotness to scheming scale. The hotter they are, the less they have to work at trying to get their claws into a guy. If they're not hot, well, they need their skills sharpened to razor perfection. My Evelyn is a kind-hearted girl with nice breasts.

Just like her father... er, I mean, our father... she's got a good head for business. Of course she plays the game. It's not easy to make money, and it doesn't grow on trees. Don't you need to be scheming when doing business, Mr. Calvert?"

Business was like a game. It required calculated risk, reverse psychology, and the savvy to make moves your opponent would never suspect. Of course it was necessary to make secret and underhanded plans-scheming.

Evelyn didn't know whether she should hug Sheffield or strangle him.

‘Nice breasts? Our father? Wow, what a character!"

Calvert's face was black like coal. It was the first time that he had been pushed like this.

"Mr. So-Called Eve's Husband, isn't it beneath you to attack a girl's appearance? Rowena is truly beautiful, inside and out. You're high if you can't see it."

“High? I don't think so, not unless you slipped me something."