Chapter 127

Evelyn placed the phone on the desk and switched it to speaker mode.

Laura’s voice drifted through the air.

"Evelyn, your grandmother wants to see you..."

When the call ended, Gregory looked concerned.

"Do you think Madam Victoria has ulterior motives? Should I accompany you?"

Evelyn smiled faintly.

"No, Uncle Gregory. The studio has too much work right now. Madam Victoria and Laura won’t be a problem."

Evelyn arrived at Sunrise Restaurant.

It was strange. Instead of summoning her to the Vanderbilt manor, they had chosen this place.

What were they planning?

As she stepped inside, she saw Madam Victoria and Laura seated at a table.

"Grandmother, you wanted to see me?"

Madam Victoria’s expression darkened at Evelyn’s indifferent tone.

"I heard your father transferred ownership of Viana Jewelry to you."

Evelyn paused, surprised.

"I wasn’t aware of that. Doesn’t Viana belong to Vivian now?"

She glanced at Laura, who remained silent, her gaze complicated.

Was that… resentment?

Madam Victoria scoffed.

"Even though Viana was founded by your mother, it’s now under the Vanderbilt name. It belongs to us."

She leaned forward, her voice sharp.

"You’re just a woman. One day, you’ll marry, and Viana will no longer be your concern. I won’t allow your father to leave it to you in his will."

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed.

What was she implying? Had her father really changed his will?

"Evelyn, I want you to relinquish your claim to Viana."

Madam Victoria’s tone was a command, not a request.

Evelyn’s expression turned icy.

"Grandmother, I respect you, but don’t forget—Viana belongs to my father. He decides its fate, not you."

Madam Victoria’s grip tightened on the table.

"I am the Vanderbilt matriarch!"

"That doesn’t give you the right."

Evelyn’s voice was firm, her refusal clear.

Madam Victoria slammed her palm down.

"You’ll only get Viana over my dead body!"

Laura stiffened. The old woman’s outburst revealed her true intentions.

She didn’t want Evelyn or Vivian to have Viana.

She wanted it for herself.

Laura had been using her to pressure Evelyn, but now she saw the trap.

Evelyn and Madam Victoria locked eyes, tension crackling between them.

"Are you threatening me with your death? Why would I care if you died?"

"You’re just like your mother!" Madam Victoria spat, her tone dripping with disdain.

Evelyn’s face darkened.

"Too bad she died too soon. She would’ve destroyed you."

"Evelyn! How dare you speak to me like that?"

Madam Victoria’s rage peaked. She nearly hurled a bowl across the table but stopped herself—this wasn’t home.