Chapter 98
When Evelyn woke up she asked Rosa to help her look into that incident. Rosa reassured her that she had already done the digging. Evelyn’s number was used to contact the mystehout man, but her account had been hacked that day, and she had a solid alibi to prove it, cleating her name:
Tony had also investigated Dahlia but came up empty–handed. There were no records of any transactions between Dahlia and the suspect. They didn’t know each other, and Dahlia had never met him provately. If Resa couldn’t find anything, it probably meant there was nothing to find.
In other words, the evidence Tony had gathered could only prove to Charles that Evelyn wasn’t the one behind the incident. But it wasn’t enough to show him Dahlia’s true nature and that she had orchestrated the whole thing Evelyn decided to pass on Rosa’s suggestion to confront Charles and demand an apology Charles apology was worthless to Evelyn. The damage was already done. What good would his apology do?
It was clear that Evelyn didn’t hold a place in Charles‘ heart. Even if she proved the account wasn’t hers, he might still doubt her. After all, he believed that if it wasn’t Evelyn, who else could it be?
Rosa noticed Evelyn’s reluctance and assumed she was too in love with Charles to hold a grudge. She asked, “Eve, are you really going to let this slide?”
Evelyn responded with firm resolve. “No way! How could I let Dahlia dodge responsibility after framing me?
The car door swung open, and Evelyn stepped out slowly Meanwhile, Dahlia was unceremoniously tossed out by the bodyguard. “Ugh!” She let out a pained whimper muffled by the pag in her mouth. Sprawled on the ground, she glared up at Evelyn with bloodshot, angry eyes, her expression seething with hatred. Her
muffled, but it was clear she was cursing
Evelyn met her with a cold stare, gave a quick signal to the bodyguard, and strode into the villa. The bodyguard dragged Dahlia along by the collar. His long strides made it impossible for Dahlia to keep up with her hands tied. Her feet scraped along the ground, leaving her shoes behind, and her toes bled as she was hauled
Once they reached the basement, it dawned on Dahlia what Evelyn had planned. Standing outside the basement door, the bodyguard finally removed the filthy towel from Dahlia’s mouth. “Evelyn, you bite–Dahlia started, but before she could finish, Evelyn’s hand whipped across her face, cutting her off.
The slap tumed Dahlia’s head to the side, a thin line of blood appearing at the comer of her mouth. “Your” Dahlia began, but she swallowed her words under Evelyn’s steely gaze with defiance in her eyes, she challenged “Evelyn, what gives you the night to hold me here?”
“What night?” Evelyn chuckled “Dahlia, you’re already here, and you’re asking such a ridiculous question. Why do I need a reason? Today, I just feel like it, and what can you do about it?”
Dahlia had set her up, but Evelyn knew she lacked concrete evidence to pin it on Dahla. She had cleared her own name, leaving only Dahlia’s possible self–sabotage However Charles loved Dahlia so much that even solid evidence might not be enough. As long as Dahlia shed a tear, Charles would melt and wouldn’t lay a finger on
