Chapter 495 Father and Daughter Reunited
At the Kyte Group, Blake's office...
Recalling last night's revelations, he's concerned for Evelyn's well-being, now at risk because of Dora's jealousy. "Find her," he commands his assistant, "and arrange for her protection."
His assistant, in the know, nods and is about to leave when the phone rings—a call from the reception desk downstairs.
With a puzzled frown, he answers. The news stuns him.
He hangs up and turns to Blake, already seated, "Mr. Blake, a Miss Evelyn is downstairs requesting to see you."
Blake stiffens, scarcely believing his ears, "Who did you say?"
"Miss Evelyn," the assistant repeats, equally astonished.
If he's not mistaken, Evelyn shouldn't know that Blake is her father. So why would she seek him out?
Downstairs, Evelyn's confidence was clear; all she had to say was her name, and she was sure the CEO would see her. Clearly, she knew something.
Blake is still reeling when the assistant prods, "Sir, will you... meet with her?"
"Yes, bring her up," Blake snaps back to reality and decides without hesitation.
"No, you go and bring her up yourself," Blake quickly corrected, his tone firm yet tinged with concern. This was his daughter, after all; he couldn't afford to seem indifferent.
The assistant nodded and promptly left the office. Blake, however, found himself unable to remain seated. Rising to his feet, he stood by the door, his anticipation barely contained.
It had been over twenty years. Were father and daughter finally going to meet?
A tumult of emotions stormed within Blake, yet excitement was the most overpowering.
Evelyn arrived promptly. After the assistant’s knock on the door, she walked into the office alone, leaving him outside.
Stepping into Blake's workspace, Evelyn hadn’t even gotten a chance to survey her surroundings when her gaze fell on the middle-aged man standing not far away.
She had researched the Kyte family in the past and seen Blake's photographs. Back then, she hadn't thought they bore much resemblance. But seeing him in the flesh now, the connection was unmistakable—the kind that can only be described as blood. No matter how many years had passed, no matter the resentment harbored in her heart, at that moment, there was no doubt that the man standing before her was her father.
"You’re here," Blake said first, breaking the silence. He had seen plenty of pictures and videos of Evelyn over the years, but the shock of seeing her in person was something else entirely. She looked so much like her mother.
Regaining her composure, Evelyn replied with a cool detachment, "Hello, Mr. Kyte."
Blake's mouth twitched at her formality—being addressed as Mr. Kyte by his own daughter was quite the pill to swallow. "Evelyn, the fact that you sought me out means you know, doesn't it?"
The time for secrets was over. Things were different now; he could at least ensure Evelyn's safety without worrying about her being harmed.
Evelyn met his gaze squarely, neither confirming nor denying. "What difference does it make if I know or not? Is it of any significance to you? After all, I'm not your only daughter."
Maybe Blake wouldn't care much for this daughter who grew up in the countryside. It could be quite the scandal, potentially embarrassing him.
"Of course, it matters! No matter how many daughters I have, you are irreplaceable," Blake declared, his voice resolute. He couldn’t understand why Evelyn would say such things, but her tone was laced with resentment.
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