Chapter 361

"Why don't you compensate me for emotional damages first? Then maybe I'll consider compensating for your so-called loss."

Evelyn's tone was icy, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass.

Mrs. Whitmore choked on her words. Why was this woman so impossible to deal with?

"Money doesn't fall from the sky. Everyone works for it. Did you really think you could extort me just because of your daughter’s unfortunate fate?"

Evelyn’s expression darkened, her patience wearing thin. "If you’re looking for trouble, go ahead. I won’t stop you. But don’t blame me for the consequences. If I let people like you walk all over me, they’ll think I’m weak. And I’m not."

She turned to Chloe and said, "Escort them out."

Chloe nodded. "Of course."

Stepping forward, Chloe addressed the couple with a polite but firm tone. "I’m sorry, but if you’re done here, it’s best you leave before this gets embarrassing for you."

She wasn’t just protecting Evelyn—she was sparing them the humiliation of being dragged out by security.

The Whitmores scowled but had no choice. They stormed out, their pride wounded. Chloe followed them to the door before returning to the office.

Nathan had heard about the Whitmores' visit, and his expression turned stormy. "How did they even know Zoe was here?"

Chloe shrugged. "No idea. They just showed up out of nowhere."

Nathan’s frown deepened.

Someone had tipped them off. There was no other way they would’ve known Evelyn was in ckgold.

"Mr. Goldmann, what if they escalate this? Even if Evelyn doesn’t care, it could damage her reputation," Chloe pointed out, concern lacing her voice.

Seeing her genuine worry, Nathan realized Evelyn needed someone reliable by her side.

He smirked. "Just focus on keeping her safe. I’ll handle the rest."

"You’re really good to her, Mr. Goldmann. She must’ve accepted you by now, right?" Chloe suddenly grinned, unable to resist teasing.

Nathan’s smile vanished. "If you’d rather not have this job, I can always reassign it to Oliver."

"Wait—no! I’ll stop asking. I’m leaving right now!" Chloe hurried out, shutting the door behind her.

Outside, the Whitmores approached a sleek black car and spoke to the shadowed figure inside.

"We confronted Ms. Vanderbilt, but it was pointless. She didn’t budge."

The window rolled down slightly, revealing a woman’s cold, calculating eyes. "Then make it public. Someone will guide you on how to do it properly."

Mrs. Whitmore nodded eagerly. "Understood."

A gloved hand extended from the car, passing them a thick envelope. The moment they took it, the car sped off.

Mr. Whitmore hesitated. "Honey… this feels wrong. Using our daughter’s death like this—"

"This isn’t wrong!" Mrs. Whitmore snapped. "Our daughter died because of that Vanderbilt woman! Everyone at the camp said she provoked her!"

"If she hadn’t, Winifred would still be alive. I’m just getting justice for her."

Though her words calmed him slightly, Mr. Whitmore couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman helping them had ulterior motives. He needed to be careful.

The next day…

As expected, Winifred’s death made headlines.

In the televised interview, Mrs. Whitmore sobbed dramatically, pointing fingers at Evelyn.

"She’s the reason my daughter is dead! She bullied her, humiliated her—and now my baby is gone!"

The media frenzy had only just begun.