Chapter 85

It looked like her uncle Yale had once secretly visited her mother, and someone had captured the moment. Who could it be?

Her eyes turned to Lydia. She was the one who had used those photos to sabotage the relationship between Andrew and her mother, was she not?

Evangeline's laugh echoed through the room, her usually graceful face taking on a chilling twist. She rose to her feet, clapping slowly. "Bravo, quite the performance. Mr. James Foster, would you join us?"

The door, slightly open, swung wider as James entered at her beckoning. His suit was sharp, his gold-rimmed glasses catching the light, every inch the consummate professional.

"Evangeline, what's this all about?"

The smirks on the faces of the others faded fast with James' arrival. Something was off.

"Oh, nothing much. Just thought you'd all like to know that our little chat today was recorded. And Andrew, that bit about you threatening to track down my grandfather and using his life as leverage? We got that on tape, to