Chapter 364

Dominic's expression turned glacial as he listened to the doctor's report.

He knew this was no accident. Someone had orchestrated it.

The question was—who? And were they targeting Evelyn, or someone else?

The mere thought of the second possibility made his dark eyes flash with lethal intensity.

Just then, the senior manager in charge of Blue Honors' surveillance entered with damning evidence.

A screenshot from the security footage showed a woman wrapped in a thick gray scarf, obscuring her face. She wore a brown trench coat and carried a can of cat food, luring the white Persian into the restroom.

Evelyn's breath hitched.

She recognized that figure.

Earlier, she had crossed paths with Lillian Prescott and her assistant in the lobby.

That scarf, that coat—it matched exactly what Lillian's assistant had been wearing.

Why would the assistant target her? They had no history.

Unless… Lillian was behind it.

The manager pointed at the image. "Mr. Worthington, we've confirmed it was Ms. Prescott's assistant who led the cat into the restroom. Unfortunately, there are no cameras inside, so we can't see what happened next. But given the circumstances, she's undoubtedly involved."

Preston Worthington lounged elegantly on the sofa, legs crossed. His voice was deceptively calm. "Bring Ms. Prescott and her assistant here."

Despite her flawless plan, Lillian's pulse quickened.

She craved a cigarette to steady her nerves but resisted—her public image as the perfect goddess couldn't be tarnished.

"Ms. Prescott, I'm so much bigger than you. Your clothes might not fit me…" Her assistant fidgeted in the borrowed designer outfit, feeling like a stuffed mannequin.

Still, she was thrilled.

Lillian had summoned her from the hospital, where she'd been caring for her sick brother, with promises of luxury.

The scarf, coat, and boots she now wore cost a fortune.

"You look stunning." Lillian adjusted the collar, her praise honeyed.

"Ms. Prescott, you're too generous. You pay us well, give us gifts, and never lose your temper. I'm so lucky to work for you!" The assistant's voice trembled with gratitude.

Lillian smiled. "Of course. We're a team. By the way… I heard your brother needs a kidney transplant. The surgery costs a fortune, doesn't it?"

The assistant froze.

"How much do you still need? I'll cover it." Lillian's tone was gentle, her eyes filled with faux concern. "You've been working so hard. You shouldn't have hidden this from me."

Tears welled in the assistant's eyes. "Y-You'd really do that?"

"Of course. Haven't I always kept my word?" Lillian's smile deepened. "My father knows Dr. Lionel Grant, a specialist in your brother's condition. I'll arrange everything."

Overwhelmed, the assistant sobbed. "Ms. Prescott, if you ever need anything—anything at all—I'll do it!"

Lillian hugged her, hiding the triumph in her eyes. "I'll hold you to that."

A knock interrupted them. Two security guards stood at the door. "Ms. Prescott, Mr. Worthington requests your presence."

Lillian's smile never wavered. "Of course. Just give me a moment."

"Dominic, do you think Lillian's involved?" Evelyn bit her lip. "It doesn't make sense. Why go through all this trouble?"

She couldn't reconcile the sweet on-screen persona with the scheming woman this evidence suggested.

Dominic's hand rested on her head, his voice firm. "Don't worry. The truth will come out."

His eyes darkened.

And when it did, someone would pay.