Chapter 122
Victoria Langley remembered the Lowell mother-daughter pair vividly.
That night at The Grand Hyatt, Sophia Lowell had put on such a pitiful act. The memory still made Victoria nauseous.
This white lotus appeared pure on the surface but was more venomous than a scorpion.
How dare she target Evelyn?
Did she really think Evelyn Laurent was easy prey?
"Aunt Victoria."
Ethan Sullivan noticed her darkening expression. "Evelyn said she wants to handle the Lowells herself," he reminded her quietly.
"Though Vincent Lowell already got beaten up. He's still hospitalized."
Victoria gave an approving nod.
She longed to crush the Lowells.
But her daughter wanted revenge on her own terms. As a mother, she had to restrain herself.
Still, teaching Sophia a lesson wouldn't hurt, would it?
A dangerous glint flashed in Ethan's eyes.
He wanted nothing more than to throw Sophia behind bars.
But the woman was too cunning.
Her instructions to Isabella Valentine had all been verbal. Not a shred of evidence remained.
If the law couldn't touch her, other methods would.
That afternoon, Sophia had just entered the hospital when masked men cornered her.
Fists and kicks rained down.
Margaret Hill tried shielding her daughter—only to get beaten alongside her.
Sophia shrieked in pain. Her carefully maintained face swelled like a pig's head.
"Mom! What's happening?" Sophia gasped between sobs. "Dad must've pissed off the wrong people again!"
Margaret collapsed on the floor, trembling. "Impossible..."
In the capital, they'd been cautious. Who would they dare offend?
Unless...
Both women thought of Evelyn—then immediately dismissed the idea.
A country girl couldn't possibly have such power.
Just then, Sophia's phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, her eyes lit up.
"Sophia Lowell! I hope you rot in hell!"
Isabella's hysterical scream exploded through the speaker.
"You destroyed my family! I'll haunt you from the grave!"
Sophia's hand jerked. The phone clattered to the floor.
Margaret stared at her daughter in horror. "Who... who was that?"