Chapter 8 - The Fall of Evelyn
In the sterile holding facility downtown, Evelyn sat handcuffed to a stainless-steel table. Her hair was disheveled, her expensive makeup smeared, and her designer dress wrinkled.
The heavy steel door swung open, and Andrew walked in alone. He pulled out a chair opposite her and sat down, resting his elbows on the table, watching her with cold detachment.
"You're ruined, Andrew," Evelyn spat, her voice cracking with hysteria. "Even if I go to prison, my associates will leak the secret documents about your overseas holdings. You'll lose everything."
Andrew chuckled softly—a low, chilling sound. "Evelyn, you drastically underestimate how much power a man has when he has nothing left to lose, and everything he loves has been restored to him. My legal team has already neutralized your associates. Your accounts are frozen. You are entirely alone."
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She lunged forward, rattling the handcuffs against the table, her face twisted in pure rage. "I hate you! I hate both of you!"
"Save your breath for the judge," Andrew said flatly, standing up and straightening his cuffs. "You will spend the rest of your life behind bars, contemplating the exact moment you decided to cross the Vance family."
