Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 419

The livestream on the video platform was still going, oblivious to the chaos unfolding elsewhere.

Meanwhile, at Veymarthe Capital.

A thunderous crash blasted open the double doors of a luxury penthouse in one of downtown’s most exclusive hotels. The man with storm-grey eyes lingered in the threshold, a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers. Ash drifted from the glowing tip, landing on the polished marble floor.

His shoes—handmade, immaculate—clicked softly as he strode inside, every step measured. Behind him, seven or eight well-built men swept into the suite, weapons drawn, fanning out to search each room with cold efficiency.

It didn’t take long. One of them emerged empty-handed. “Boss, it’s clear. No one’s here.”

The grey-eyed man didn’t reply. He moved to the center of the living room, pausing at the glass coffee table. With a turn, he glanced toward the massive TV on the wall—over a hundred inches wide—where the livestream flickered on.

“…That’s all for now. Thank you, Mr. HaveSomeRest, for supporting our EK brand. It’s getting late, so let’s not keep our guest any longer… Ms. Lopez, let’s move on to the next segment!”

His brow furrowed ever so slightly. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray with a terse motion.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

He pulled it out, and a familiar cartoon angel bounced across the screen, taunting him with a blinking message: [Can’t catch me! You’ll never catch me!]

He clenched his jaw, growling at the screen, “Show yourself!”

The angel icon popped up another message: [Nope.]

NightKing closed his eyes, massaging his temples as a headache began to throb. “You’re connected to the Howard family. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

The little angel froze.

NightKing seemed to give up. He licked his lips, dropped onto the wide leather sofa, and said, “Come out. Let’s talk this through…”

“…Master.”

The angel seemed stunned, as if she’d never expected her wayward protégé to ever sincerely call her “Master.”

Overwhelmed, she whimpered: [If you were half as good at persuading me to appear as you are at getting women into bed, you wouldn’t still be single, would you?]

NightKing: “…………”

And then the message refreshed again, sparkling above her head: [There are lots of kinds of elephants—African, Indian, and you. Because you’ve got no significant other.]

“Damn it!”

NightKing’s temper flared—he clenched his fists in frustration.

Eileen was like this! And now this one too!

What did he owe the whole Jane family, anyway?

The little angel chimed in again: [Buy me twenty-one cars. EKs only. Support my sales! And I want one more than that other guy!]

NightKing ignored her, tossed his phone to an underling, and stormed out of the room.

An hour later, in Crestonia.

The second Eileen finished her livestream, she called Egbert—ready to scold him for his reckless spending.

On the other end, Egbert sounded as mild-mannered as ever. No matter how she berated him, his tone remained gentle and patient.

She ran out of steam eventually, exasperated. “What are you even going to do with all those cars? Even if you swapped one every year, it’d take you twenty years!”

Egbert replied, “Annual employee raffle?”

“Does your company have any job openings?” Eileen shot back.

He chuckled softly.

She realized there was no point arguing—he’d already bought the cars, and there was no returning them.

“I can’t come home just yet,” she said. “Once I wrap up things here in Seahaven, I’m flying out to the Emerald Republic for the next film shoot. I’ll need to do costume fittings, so the soonest I’ll be back is next Tuesday.”

There was a long silence on the line.

“Egbert?” she asked, more tentative.

After a pause, he spoke, voice low. “It’s only Wednesday.”

Six days left!

Eileen felt helpless. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she quickly pressed her lips to the phone and made a little “mwah!” sound.