Chapter 47

Evelyn Sinclair had once been among the elite socialites of Willowbrook's four prominent families. Crossing her path now could mean losing their foothold in this city.

She couldn't let Olivia Bennett suffer consequences because of her.

After reliving her painful memories, Evelyn resolved to rebuild her life from scratch.

Only by rising from the ashes could she seek justice for herself and her lost child.

Two mornings later, Evelyn arrived at her new workplace.

The fading bruises on her face required careful concealing before she stepped into the office.

Before she could settle at her desk, Isabella Martinez—her direct supervisor—summoned her immediately.

Isabella embodied corporate power in her designer ensemble, her striking beauty overshadowed only by her permanent scowl. The intimidating presence made Evelyn's palms sweat, fearing she'd fail her probation period.

Yet Isabella spoke with unexpected courtesy, assuring Evelyn she could take things slowly without pressure.

Evelyn almost believed in her supervisor's kindness—until lunchtime.

In the cafeteria, she spotted Isabella surrounded by female colleagues, her lips curled in disdain.

"That Evelyn is utterly incompetent. If the higher-ups hadn't forced me to hire her, I wouldn't tolerate her presence." Evelyn's pulse quickened.

Which executive had ordered her hiring? She remembered seeing Victoria Lancaster outside the building earlier. Was this company part of the Montgomery empire?

"A convicted felon, former escort, and plagiarist in our department? Disgusting! How dare they let her touch our designs?" Isabella's venomous tone contrasted sharply with her earlier professionalism.

The confirmation struck Evelyn like a physical blow. Only Victoria would orchestrate such humiliation.

Alexander Blackwood might be cruel, but he'd never stoop to such petty games.

Having endured worse betrayals, Evelyn remained composed as she approached the gossiping group.

Two women noticed her first, exchanging panicked glances, but Isabella continued unabated.

"I heard that gold-digger drugged Mr. Blackwood to trap him. Only a professional whore would—"

The sudden silence made Isabella turn. Her smirk faltered upon seeing Evelyn.

"Finished your tasks?" Isabella snapped. "Why are you lurking like some ghost?"

Evelyn's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Just admiring how effortlessly you switch masks. Do you badmouth these ladies too when they're not around?"

The cafeteria fell silent as colleagues turned to watch.

Isabella shot up, face mottled with rage. "Do you want to keep this job or not?"

With deliberate calm, Evelyn removed her access badge and flung it at Isabella's face. "Not anymore."

"You—" Isabella sputtered, finger trembling as she pointed.

Evelyn turned away—and froze.

Victoria stood at the entrance with Eleanor Kingsley.

While Victoria only fueled her anger, Eleanor's presence inexplicably tugged at Evelyn's heartstrings.

Yet Eleanor's gaze held only contempt.

The unexpected pain made Evelyn quicken her steps, but Victoria blocked her exit.

"Evelyn, don't be difficult," Victoria purred. "I convinced Mother to give you this chance. Don't throw it away like a spoiled child."