Chapter 238

The glass doors of Symphony Heights swung open. Evelyn Laurent glided in on stiletto heels, Ethan Sullivan following close behind with a protective hand hovering near her waist.

"Miss Evelyn, Mr. Sullivan." The manager rushed forward, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "My deepest apologies—someone trespassed into the penthouse..."

His voice trailed off as he bowed nearly ninety degrees.

Evelyn tapped the railing idly, cutting him off. "Was the loss recovered?"

"Every penny!" The manager exhaled in relief. "The culprit even paid triple compensation..."

Her crimson lips curved as Sophia Lowell's furious face flashed through her mind.

The elevator chimed open.

Isabella Valentine leaned against a marble column, tossing a velvet jewelry box with careless grace. "Happy birthday."

Before Evelyn could thank her, Isabella was already striding toward the revolving doors. The champagne silk of her dress swirled elegantly as she called over her shoulder, "Lovely ambiance. I'll be back."

Ethan might as well have been invisible.

Evelyn toyed with the box, amusement glinting in her eyes. Six months ago, this socialite had vowed to steal him away—now she couldn't even spare a glance.

"Evelyn!"

Victoria Langley's voice carried across the lobby. The Lowell family converged like constellations around their brightest star, Richard Langley even nudging Ethan aside to claim his daughter's other arm.

Inside the elevator, a server clenched her uniform skirt. Now she saw the true heiress of the Lowell dynasty—that innate elegance was something no imposter like Sophia could ever replicate.

"Safe travels, Miss Evelyn," she stammered, mentally cursing Sophia a thousand times. Next time that fraud showed up, she'd have security throw her out on sight.

The penthouse chandelier cast prismatic light over the diamonds at Evelyn's ears. Glancing back at the elevator display, she suddenly laughed.

Some fools weren't even worthy of being opponents.