As soon as Evelyn slipped into the back seat, the door closing behind her with a soft click, Ryan twisted around from the driver’s seat with worry stamped all over his face.
"Ma’am, are you okay?"
Evelyn let out a breath, "I’m fine. Really. Let’s go ho." She added a tiny smile to convince him that she was alright.
However, the truth is, her anger toward Lana is boiling inside. She was busy thinking about countless plans to punish that bitch, Lana.
Ryan stared at her as if she had just told him the sky was green. He didn’t believe her.
"Ma’am... I know that woman. She is your father’s bitch mistress. Oops, sorry, ma’am. It slipped."
A small laugh escaped Evelyn before she could stop it.
"Don’t apologize. The internet calls her that all the ti. Honestly, she earned the title."
"What title?" Lisa asked as she adjusted her seatbelt beside Ryan.
"Lana’s title," Ryan answered while turning on the engine. His tone was entirely too calm for the absolute chaos coming out of his mouth. "The bitch mistress."
Lisa snorted, covering her mouth like she was trying to hold back a whole explosion of laughter.
"Accurate. Very accurate." She turned to Evelyn with curiosity shining in her eyes. "But ma’am, why didn’t you confront her? I could easily ruin her Botox and plastic surgery for you. And she can threaten to sue all she wants...I doubt she knows where to file a lawsuit."
Ryan nodded in agreent. "True. She looks like the type who would accidentally sue herself."
Evelyn smiled, amused at her two loyal troublemaker guards.
"I appreciate the enthusiasm. Truly. But I already have a grand plan for her. There is no reason for to waste a single breath talking to a gold digger who thinks being a howrecker is a career choice."
Ryan let out a low whistle. "A Grand plan? Should I be scared? Excited? Both?"
"Both," Lisa answered imdiately. "Every ti our lady boss smiles like that, soone sowhere is about to cry."
Evelyn shook her head, though she did not deny it. She opened her bag and pulled out her phone, her expression shifting to calm focus.
Lisa eyed her carefully. "Ma’am, are you about to call Boss?"
Evelyn held up a hand. "No. Absolutely not. Neither of you will tell Axel anything about this."
Both froze.
Lisa blinked. "But... ma’am... Boss Axel would want to know."
"Yes," Ryan agreed, eyes wide. "He would burn the city down if he knew that woman tried to approach you."
"And that is exactly why you won’t tell him." Evelyn’s tone left no room for argunt. "He’s working. He doesn’t need distractions. And I don’t need him storming the streets looking for Lana."
Ryan hesitated. "But ma’am..."
"No," Evelyn repeated, firm but calm. "Not a word to him. I will tell him later when he is at ho..."
Lisa sighed but nodded. "Alright, ma’am..."
"How about you, Ryan?" Evelyn asked.
Ryan raised his hand like a solemn oath. " too. I won’t."
Evelyn only smiled and said nothing more.
Her attention returned to her phone, her amusent fading as she scrolled through her ssages. No updates. No new text.
She frowned.
Was Oscar still working on it? Was the search taking longer than expected? Or was there no evidence yet?
She typed quickly.
"No need to rush. But if you can give sothing today, it would be appreciated."
She hit send without hesitation.
A mont of silence filled the car. Outside, the city passed by, but Evelyn barely enjoyed the scenery.
Her mind kept circling back to Lana, that shaless woman who always managed to ruin her mood without even trying.
Evelyn sighed and forced herself to look away from her phone, hoping the city view would help clear her thoughts.
It helped for ten seconds.
Then Lana’s face popped back into her mind like an unwanted jump scare.
’Damn it! Can you leave my mind, bitch?’ she can’t help but curse.
With another sigh, Evelyn unlocked her phone again and pulled up Stella’s contact.
"Is Dad still staying in the hospital?"
She sent the ssage.
Then she sat back, staring out the window, waiting for any response—from Stella, from Oscar—anything that might help untangle the ss that Lana had stirred up once again.
Not long after, Evelyn’s phone vibrated.
She checked it imdiately, hoping it was Oscar. Instead, Stella’s na blinked on the screen.
"Yes. He’s still here. But I never visit him. Why did you ask?"
Evelyn let out a tiny laugh. Of course, her sister refused to go near their father while he was still entertaining that parasite woman.
’No wonder Lana had shown up at Hope dical Center looking ready to scream at the walls.’
Evelyn could almost imagine it. Maybe Father rejected her again. Perhaps he threw her out.
She typed her reply quickly.
"I t Lana at the main entrance. Well... not t. She squawked at from behind and tried to talk."
Stella’s reply ca instantly, like she had been waiting for drama to knock.
"What the heck? Did you talk to her?"
"Of course not."
A second later.
"Damn it! If only I weren’t on ER duty right now, I would track her down and give her a lesson. That woman almost had kidnapped. I still want to rearrange her face."
Evelyn’s laugh to read that made Ryan and Lisa glance back to check if she was okay.
She cleared her throat and smiled at them before typing furiously.
"Stella, stop! Don’t even think about whatever plan is forming in your chaotic little brain. Let handle it! I already have a plan to send her to jail."
There was a short pause. Then Stella replied.
"Got it, sis! Finally! Justice for my trauma and my beautiful face!"
Evelyn exhaled, amused. Stella was always two steps away from turning into her own action movie.
Just as she locked her phone, another vibration ca through.
Oscar.
A slow, cold smile curved her lips. She opened the ssage.
"Perfect! Just perfect. Evelyn, you will love this. Found sothing juicy. Our girl Lana is about to be in real trouble."
Evelyn’s pulse quickened, excitent mixing with sothing darker. She could practically taste victory.
After all the chaos Lana had dragged into her life, she was finally going to pay.
Evelyn leaned back against the seat, her expression calm as if nothing had happened, but her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
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