Returning to her room, Evelyn Clayton shut the door tightly.
She walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke silently.
Amidst the swirling smoke, Evelyn’s brows were furrowed tightly.
Regarding the Sinclair family treating her as a replacent for Aaron, Evelyn actually didn’t mind.
It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the Sinclair family or didn’t regard Pauline Warren, Silas Sinclair, and Shane Sinclair as her own family.
It was just because Evelyn understood very clearly—
She and the Sinclair family t by chance and she accepted their help for so many years. To put it plainly, she indeed enjoyed the wealth and luxury provided by them.
Moreover, the Sinclair family treated Sharon as one of their own.
For this reason alone, Evelyn’s gratitude towards the Sinclair family had reached its peak.
She didn’t express it because she knew that the Sinclair family would never want her gratitude.
Because to so extent, they already considered her as their daughter, Aaron.
Being good to Aaron, how could Aaron ’repay’ them?
Therefore, what Evelyn could do was to create as much profit for Apex as possible, and when the ti ca to take action, ensure that the Sinclair family wouldn’t be implicated.
Thinking of this, Evelyn lowered her gaze.
Principal Shaw’s death signified that the person had officially declared war on her.
This blatant car accident might have been his provocation.
If so, there was no need for her to be overly cautious anymore.
Evelyn took out her phone, and in a mont of inspiration, found the number that the mysterious person had called from and sent a text ssage.
She wasn’t sure if the mysterious person would receive her ssage, but Evelyn wanted to try.
If by chance, that person had ’mysterious powers’, who could say for sure.
Five minutes after the ssage was sent, Evelyn’s phone lit up.
A call ca in from a long, unfamiliar number, and Evelyn didn’t rush to answer, instead, she opened the anti-tracking software.
After confirming there was nothing abnormal, Evelyn answered the call.
This ti, without waiting for the person on the other end to speak, Evelyn got straight to the point.
"You said you have that recording. What do you want in return for giving it to ?"
A familiar, eerie laughter ca through, "Have you thought it through?"
Evelyn responded with a hum, "Do you want money or sothing else? Or is there sothing you need to do? As long as it’s within a reasonable scope, I can consider it."
The mysterious person’s laughter was full of pleasure, "Don’t worry, what I ask will definitely be within your capability."
"Please, go ahead."
"I want you to, under the identity of Shannon Sinclair, appear in Aethelburg’s high society, and then find a way to expose the relationship between Arthur Chandler and Sumr Monroe."
Upon hearing Sumr Monroe’s na, Evelyn felt a sudden sense of dizziness.
It seed like eting Sumr was sothing from a past life.
Evelyn’s expression grew more somber, and she slowly said, "I need to think about your request."
The mysterious person wasn’t offended and chuckled lightly, "Take your ti, as soon as you accomplish this, I’ll imdiately give you the recording."
"How do I know you’re not deceiving ?" Evelyn bit her lip slightly.
The mysterious person’s rough voice gave a mocking sigh, "Evelyn Clayton, the initiative is in my hands now. Without , you might need to pay a steep price to get leverage over Arthur Chandler, but now I’m offering it to you for free, and you still want to negotiate terms with ?"
Evelyn wasn’t about negotiating terms.
She rely wished to glean more information about the mysterious person’s identity from his words.
"I’m not negotiating with you, but if I accomplish this for you, Arthur Chandler will certainly give trouble. And Sumr Monroe, they’re not easy to deal with. If sothing happens to then, wouldn’t that be killing two birds with one stone for you?"
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