"The general manager of the Theo Group and Sheffield. .

Carlos whispered under his breath and sneered. Sheffield was indeed a sly individual, who would do anything to get into the company.

Even though Carlos had hostile thoughts toward Sheffield, his persistence in pursuing Evelyn impressed the father.

He guessed that the people who had harmed Evelyn's ex-boyfriends also planned to murder Sheffield. It seemed that Sheffield had dodged it.

This guy was more than capable.

Carlos's face turned dark again when another thought crossed his mind.

He wondered if Sheffield was Star Anise, but he didn't have any evidence.

‘If he is indeed Star Anise...' Carlos didn't dare to think any further.

He remembered how Star Anise had extorted money from him. It would be better if Sheffield had nothing to do with Star Anise. The thought itself made Carlos’ blood boil to the point that his entire face turned red. He swore he would beat Sheffield up with a feather duster if

Sheffield had any connection with Star Anise!

On the other side, Evelyn had reached her destination. The buildings of the resort were designed in an ancient style. The snow was still falling. It was as if a white blanket covered the entire resort.

Tayson took out an umbrella and opened the door for Evelyn.

Evelyn stood in the snow and hugged her frail body. It was indeed cold out there. She could hear the occasional sound of snowflakes falling on the black umbrella. There was a plaque on the arched gate that read,

“Phoenix Resort."

The Phoenix Resort? This place was made in the ancient style. An idea flashed in Evelyn's mind, and a grin broke across her face. She was eager to know if Sheffield would wear an ancient costume. The whole place looked ancient, and the ambiance was romantic. How could he ignore that part of their meeting? An image of a certain someone wearing ancient costume filled her mind, making her heart burn in anticipation.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she jerked up at the sudden creek sound. Someone had opened the wooden gate of the manor from inside. A young girl dressed in pink walked out. Her clothing style matched that of Han Dynasty. She smiled at Evelyn.

"Are you Miss

Evelyn?" The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old with a sweet and soft voice. Evelyn found it pleasant to hear

She smiled and nodded.

The young girl's face stayed the same.

“Welcome, Miss Evelyn. I'm

Joline. Mr. Sheffield has reserved the House of Sound. Please follow me!"

“ALL right."

Evelyn followed her in the resort.

Her surprised eyes cast on pavilions, terraces, towers, bridges, stone mountains, fountains, and bamboo gardens. The sheet of snow gave it an elegant look, and Evelyn couldn't take her eyes off of it while passing through the long corridor. Everything before her was ancient and alluring. It was as if some god made her transmigrate back in the golden days. The entire time Evelyn's heart thudded aloud against her chest. She couldn't wait any longer