Evelyn's POV
“Oh, it’s real. Did you think I’d beg you to keep funding me? I can handle it myself.” I let out a small, satisfied laugh.
Sebastian looked like someone had just poured ice water down his spine. Poor baby—Langford heir, world-class ego, suddenly realizing he’s no longer the top dog at WHR.
“Looks like the great Sebastian Langford needs a minute to process that he’s not WHR’s biggest donor anymore. You know what? Forget lunch—I’m outta here.” Vernon stood, shot me a cheeky wink.
“Sorry! Lunch’s on me next time!” I called after him.
Vernon nodded and strolled off.
“So… you called him because of the sponsorship?” Sebastian’s dark gaze bored into me.
“I have my own career. I don’t need to report to you.”
“Then the coat—was it his?”
“Are you never done?” I snapped, impatie
