Chapter 314

Lillian Prescott finally escaped the chaotic crowd.

She found Maxwell Lockwood in his suite, completely wasted. The sight gave her an instant migraine.

"Why is Maxwell so pathetic? Can't even handle his marriage to Evelyn, and now he's drowning himself in alcohol?"

Lillian ripped off her sunglasses and kicked Maxwell, who was sprawled on the floor. "Get up!"

Maxwell lifted his head from a pile of empty liquor bottles. His bleary eyes sharpened slightly when he recognized her.

"Shouldn't you be busy being a superstar? What brings you here?" His voice dripped with irritation.

"Don't play dumb. You married Evelyn, so why is she suddenly the birth mother of Dominic's twins in the media?" Lillian snapped.

She had assumed the surrogate was just some disposable woman.

But now, the whole world knew Evelyn's identity. That photo of her with Dominic and the twins sent chills down Lillian's spine.

Maxwell smirked drunkenly. "I almost had her, but Dominic showed up. Funny coincidence, don't you think?"

Lillian's stomach twisted at the memory.

Their plan had been simple—drug Evelyn, film her with Maxwell, and use it as blackmail.

Foolproof.

No man could stomach seeing the woman he loved with another. It would have destroyed their relationship.

That's why Lillian sent Dominic an anonymous tip.

She knew he wouldn't believe outright accusations. But if she hinted at danger...

Her message claimed Evelyn was in trouble.

If Dominic truly cared, he'd rush to the hotel—just in time to witness the betrayal.

But Maxwell had been too slow.

The stage was set, yet he failed at the crucial moment. Useless!

Lillian avoided Maxwell's piercing stare. "This is your fault! She was right there, and you couldn't even—"

Maxwell suddenly lunged, gripping her throat. His predatory grin made her blood run cold.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" His laugh was icy. "I'm a Lockwood by blood. You? Just some orphan Jonathan Prescott pitied."

He tightened his grip as she gasped. "All those years pretending to be the perfect daughter... exhausting, isn't it? What if everyone knew the real you? The selfish, calculating girl from the orphanage?"

Lillian's eyes widened in terror.

How did he know about her past?

If her adoptive parents found out the truth...

Everything would crumble.

She forced a meek expression. "Brother Maxwell, I... I was wrong. Please forgive me."

Playing weak was her only option now.

Maxwell scoffed and released her.

Lillian coughed violently, seething inside. She'd make him pay for this.

And Evelyn? That threat needed eliminating too.

Her mother would know what to do.

"Look, Mommy! We're in the newspaper!" Alexander Blackwood waved the tabloid excitedly. "I didn't know you and Daddy had such a romantic story!"

Though young, the boy was exceptionally bright, already reading beyond his grade level.

His sister Isabella couldn't read as well but understood the gist.

Evelyn chuckled.

Everett Kingsley was a media genius. His articles always sparked nationwide discussions.

This particular piece was surprisingly cliché yet effective.

Evelyn turned to her computer, sketching a new design.

Her client was the notoriously picky Christopher Prescott—father of a prominent politician.

Previous designers had all failed to meet his exacting standards...