Chapter 715

Evelyn Sinclair didn't hesitate. "Backup won't make it in time. They're here for the ledgers."

Victor Langley's reactions weren't his own—further proof the accounts were compromised.

She pressed her lips together, mind racing for a solution.

If Victor walked away with those ledgers today, they'd never get them back.

He rapped on the car window, flashing a slimy grin. "Ms. Sterling, step out and let's talk. Since you're so eager for this project, hand over the books, and I'll let you and your people leave unharmed."

The scene was enough to terrify anyone.

Evelyn rolled down the window, revealing her striking features—calm, smiling, but her eyes were ice.

"Mr. Langley, what's mine stays mine unless I decide otherwise."

A shiver ran down his spine. For a second, fear gripped him—but then he scoffed. Why should I be scared of a woman? I've got numbers. I've got strength.

He smirked. "You're joking, right? This isn't your playground, sweetheart."

His gaze lingered—too long. He'd bedded plenty of pretty faces, but none like hers.

"Say something nice, though, and maybe I'll let you have your way—"

Before he could finish, the car door swung open—hard.

Evelyn stepped out in one fluid motion, slamming the door straight into him. Victor hit the pavement with a grunt.

He scrambled up, face twisted in fury. "You stupid bitch! You think you can hit me? Look around!"

She stood over him, heels clicking as she closed the distance. "Just reminding you who's in charge."

Then she pulled out the baseball bat from the car.

Victor paled.

She swung.

The crack of wood against bone echoed. He howled, clutching his shoulder. Twice in one damn day.

His men surged forward, clubs raised.

Evelyn's bodyguards moved faster—forming an unbreakable wall around her.

Victor's thugs charged. Chaos erupted.

She didn't flinch. Just watched Victor with cold amusement.

He couldn't believe it. No fear. No hesitation.

She was already acting like she'd won.

Gritting his teeth, he staggered up—just in time to see him approaching from behind Evelyn.

The look in his eyes was pure murder.