Unaware of the livestream, Phoenix’s casual disregard was clear, but his mother was well accustomed to his unruly nature. She knew that trouble could easily follow if she wasn’t careful.
“Watch your words while you’re here today,” she warned, her tone sharp but maternal.
Phoenix sprawled across the coffee table, legs casually stretched out as he spoke with a lazy grin. “I was supposed to race with Third Young Master Evans, but he bailed. Said it’s his sister’s tenth birthday, so he’s skipping out.”
“His sister?” Claire’s mother muttered, regret flickering across her features. “She’s kept so secretive; barely anyone in our circle’s even seen her.”
She knew just how crucial it was to establish connections with the Evans family.
The Evans family was a powerhouse of prominence, with three sons, each more impressive than the last:
Lester, the cold-faced overlord, ruled over half the entertainment industry, his billions fueling his dominance.
Sandro, the smiling fox, was a top-tier cardiothoracic surgeon, his hands steady and flawless in the operating room.
Then there was Dallas, the carefree third son, who had earned world championship titles as a racer.