Chapter 115

"Evelyn, try this."

Margaret beamed as she eagerly piled food onto Evelyn's plate.

Harrison and Lydia chimed in, their voices syrupy with false concern.

Evelyn took a sip of lemon water, discreetly spitting it into her napkin under the guise of dabbing her lips.

A sudden throbbing pulsed at her temples.

Her vision blurred. Her limbs turned leaden.

"Evelyn?"

Margaret's voice echoed as if underwater.

She dug her nails into her palms, fighting the creeping paralysis.

The drug worked faster than expected.

"It's working!" Lydia clapped her hands, beady eyes gleaming. "The little bitch is finally out."

Harrison rubbed his hands together, yellowed teeth bared. "Imported goods never disappoint. Hurry—the car's waiting out back."

"That face alone is worth six figures." Margaret licked her lips. "Sophia was right. We should sell her to the mountains."

Evelyn's blood ran cold.

Sophia Lowell.

So it was her.

She let Lydia haul her up, reeking of cheap liquor.

"Make it convincing." Harrison splashed vodka down her collar. "Say she got wasted."

The backdoor wind slapped her face.

A black sedan crouched like a panther in the shadows.

They shoved her into the backseat. Her phone glowed silently in her pocket.

"Stupid girl, thinking we'd help her." Lydia spat. "If not for Sophia's money, who'd bother with this trash?"

Margaret cackled. "Once we get paid, we're buying a penthouse downtown!"

Evelyn kept her eyes shut, nails biting into her palms.

The drug was wearing off.

Sensation prickled back into her limbs.

As the car jolted over potholes, she stealthily sent her GPS coordinates.

"Heard they like tender meat like hers." Harrison whispered. "Cut out her tongue—see how she runs then."

Evelyn's breath hitched.

Now she understood Sophia's plan.

Not mere revenge.

A fate worse than death.

The scenery outside grew desolate.

She counted heartbeats, biding her time.

Tonight, these leeches would learn their lesson.

Permanently.