Chapter 361

Beatrice's smile was particularly jarring.

Her radiant face bloomed with dazzling amusement, the corners of her eyes lifting like a rose in full bloom.

Yet Xander Quincy only felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Staring at his sister's flawless makeup, he momentarily saw the flickering tongue of a venomous serpent.

"Brother." Beatrice patted his shoulder lightly, the crushed diamonds on her nails glinting under the light. "You've never measured up to our eldest brother."

Her voice dripped with honeyed sweetness.

"Mom and Dad gave up on you long ago."

Xander's knuckles whitened from how tightly he clenched his fists.

The air inside the tent seemed to freeze solid.

Beatrice toyed with her nails leisurely, a cold smirk playing on her lips.

She knew this brother of hers too well.

Just as expected, Xander's Adam's apple bobbed several times before he spoke hoarsely, "Beatrice, stop provoking Evelyn Laurent."

"Why should I?" She snapped her head up.

"If she exposes all your dirty secrets..." His gaze darkened. "You won't be able to handle the consequences."

Beatrice scoffed.

Of course she knew how formidable Evelyn was.

But Julian Langley—

She would have him, no matter what.

"Fine." She replied dismissively, icy glints flashing in her eyes.

When Xander turned to leave, the temperature in the tent seemed to drop another few degrees.

Meanwhile, the scent of medicinal herbs lingered in Camp 3.

Evelyn focused on grinding herbs in a mortar, strands of hair swaying gently with each movement.

"Does it hurt?" She applied the salve to Ethan Sullivan's hand.

Ethan shook his head, his gaze tender enough to melt.

Julian suddenly squeezed between them, pouting as he extended both hands. "Evie, your third brother's hands hurt too."

He blinked up at her like a large, eager puppy.

Evelyn sighed in resignation.

The aroma of herbs mingled with campfire smoke, drifting lazily into the night.