Chapter 214

Evelyn's eyelids fluttered open the moment Lydia turned to leave.

She rose swiftly from the couch, delivering a precise strike to Lydia's neck that sent her collapsing to the floor.

Dragging the unconscious woman onto the plush sofa, Evelyn smirked. "Since you wanted to play dirty, don't blame me for turning the tables."

She'd come prepared.

Stopping at a pharmacy en route had been a stroke of genius - the specialized antidote now coursing through her veins would neutralize any date rape drugs for the next four hours.

The drink bottles had appeared perfectly sealed, but Evelyn's sharp eyes had caught the nearly invisible puncture marks near each cap.

Drawing the curtains plunged the VIP room into shadow just as the door handle turned. Evelyn ducked behind the sofa, letting out a breathy moan. "Lights off... please."

Jacob Zimmerman froze mid-reach for the switch, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. "Ooh, someone's feeling adventurous tonight."

Disgust churned in Evelyn's stomach, but she forced a sultry laugh. "Mr. Zimmerman... I'm waiting... on the couch... feeling so... dizzy..."

"Coming, my sweet little kitten," Jacob crooned, already fumbling with his belt.

Blind in the darkness, Jacob's hands found warm flesh. "My, my, someone's eager," he chuckled, hastily shedding his clothes.

The sounds of fabric hitting the floor mingled with increasingly vulgar moans.

Evelyn used the noise cover to crawl silently toward the exit.

Too preoccupied with his conquest, Jacob never noticed his intended prey slipping away.

The door clicked shut behind Evelyn. She flipped the placard to "DO NOT DISTURB" with cold satisfaction.

'Madam Victoria and Yvette's faces will be priceless when they discover this little scene,' she thought, smoothing her dress.

Twenty minutes later, Evelyn strolled calmly back to the dining room. The shock on Yvette and Madam Victoria's faces was almost comical.

"Zoe! How are you—"

"Is something wrong?" Evelyn blinked innocently. "I just needed some air. Didn't Lydia take me to rest? Where is she?"

Yvette's chair screeched across the floor as she bolted toward the private rooms, Madam Victoria and Mrs. Zimmerman hot on her heels.

Evelyn followed at a leisurely pace, anticipation curling her lips.

The scene Yvette barged in on would haunt her forever.

The sudden light revealed Jacob mid-thrust—with her own daughter beneath him.

"You!" Jacob recoiled like he'd been burned, scrambling for his pants. "What the hell—"

"You animal!" Yvette launched herself at him, nails raking his face. "You've ruined my Lydia!"

Mrs. Zimmerman shoved Yvette away violently. "Your harlot daughter seduced my boy! This was clearly her doing!"

"Mom, this bitch set me up!" Jacob howled, his face purpling with rage. He'd expected filet mignon and been served ground beef instead.