Chapter 117

Margaret Hill and Sophia Lowell dragged Evelyn Laurent toward the abandoned factory, each gripping one of her arms.

Evelyn let her body go limp, deliberately making them bear her full weight.

She cracked her eyelids open just enough to scan their surroundings.

Peeling paint. Rusted machinery. This place had clearly been deserted for years.

Harrison Whitmore and the driver led the way ahead.

From deep inside the factory, muffled male voices drifted through the air.

"Why is this bitch so heavy?" Margaret panted, stopping to catch her breath.

Sophia wheezed beside her. "Let's rest for a minute."

The moment their grips loosened, Evelyn struck.

Her fists flashed out like lightning, striking both women's temples with precision.

Margaret and Sophia collapsed without a sound.

Evelyn gently lowered them to the ground before spinning on her heel.

She had already spotted the unlocked car.

The keys glinted on the driver's seat, beckoning in the sunlight.

Evelyn lunged into the vehicle. Ignition. Gearshift. One fluid motion.

The engine roared to life as the car shot forward like an arrow.

"What the—?" Harrison whirled around at the noise.

His wife and daughter lay unconscious on the ground. Evelyn was already speeding away.

"After her!" the driver bellowed.

Five or six burly men burst from the factory, piling into a van in hot pursuit.

Evelyn's knuckles whitened around the steering wheel.

This was her first time actually driving.

Yet her movements remained calm and precise, every action measured.

In the rearview mirror, two vans closed in rapidly.

"You're not getting away, bitch!" Harrison leaned out his window, face contorted with rage.

Evelyn's lips curled into a cold smile.

She jerked the wheel hard. Tires screeched as the car executed a perfect drift onto the main road.

Harrison slapped his thigh in frustration. "Faster! That's two million dollars right there!"

The thought of Sophia's promised bonus—another million—made his eyes burn with greed.

Evelyn floored the accelerator. The needle on the speedometer climbed steadily.

She had to lose them.

A sharp curve loomed ahead. Evelyn's eyes gleamed.

This was her chance.