Chapter 365

Evelyn stepped into the VIP lounge just as Dominic's gaze lingered on the bandage at the nape of her neck.

The chiseled contours of his face became even more striking under the soft lighting. His tanned skin radiated a magnetic, almost dangerous allure.

What burned through Lillian's veins was how Dominic's entire attention remained fixed on that plain-looking woman. He hadn't even glanced her way when passing by earlier.

The jealousy pricked at her like shards of glass.

His eyes refused to leave Evelyn's face.

When Lillian noticed Evelyn's complexion remained flawless despite the white gauze around her neck, bitter disappointment twisted inside her.

That useless cat. Even drugged, it failed to ruin Evelyn's perfect features.

She'd wanted scars, not mere scratches!

Evelyn suddenly looked up, as if sensing the venomous stare. Their eyes met before Lillian could mask her hatred.

With practiced ease, Lillian's lips curved into a gracious smile.

At the head table, Preston Worthington crossed his long legs. Cigarette smoke wreathed his striking features like a sinister halo.

His hazel eyes held a hypnotic quality - smiling superficially while remaining utterly cold beneath. Those who met his gaze felt an instinctive chill.

Behind him stood rows of stern-faced executives and towering security personnel.

The intimidating display would unsettle most people.

Lillian remained composed, but her assistant trembled visibly.

Meanwhile, James Kensington played maze games with the twins and a blue-uniformed waitress - none other than Scarlett Fairchild!

Lillian's breath hitched seeing those familiar delicate features.

Years had transformed her from that scrawny orphanage girl into a swan through sheer will and subtle enhancements. She was certain Scarlett wouldn't recognize her now.

As Preston approached, he tapped cigarette ash away. "My apologies for interrupting your meal, Ms. Prescott. An unfortunate incident occurred today - a drugged cat attacked our guests, including my brother's woman. Surveillance shows your assistant led the cat to the restroom."

Lillian sat gracefully, smiling. "How absurd, Mr. Worthington. My assistant was with me the entire time."

The security footage played, showing a figure identical to the assistant - same build, same outfit.

Lillian's fingers turned icy. She'd disguised herself expertly, layering clothes and mimicking the assistant's mannerisms.

The assistant gaped in shock. "That's not me!"

Evelyn watched the charade unfold, amused by Lillian's performance. The actress' concern was almost believable.

"How dreadful if your face had been ruined," Lillian murmured sweetly.

Preston's gaze turned razor-sharp. "We'd appreciate your cooperation in this investigation, Ms. Prescott."

Lillian's smile tightened imperceptibly. The trap was closing in.