Chapter 106

"Alright, I'll come tomorrow." Evelyn Sullivan's fingers tightened slightly around her phone, her voice calm and unreadable.

The next morning, Evelyn drove alone to the police station.

In the interrogation room, Tyler Laurier sat hunched on a metal chair. In just a few days, his temples had turned gray, his eyes sunken, the once-confident demeanor completely gone.

"Evelyn Sullivan!" His head jerked up, hatred burning in his dull eyes. "Vincent White is dead, and I'm going to prison. Are you happy now?"

Evelyn pulled out a chair and sat, her black trench coat cutting a sharp arc through the air. "Mr. Laurier, you brought this on yourselves."

Tyler slammed his cuffed fists onto the table, the chains rattling. "I called you here today to discuss my 10% stake in the company."

"Oh?" Evelyn arched a brow.

"I want to transfer the shares to my son." Tyler lowered his voice. "He won't interfere with company affairs—just the annual dividends—"

"Mr. Laurier," Evelyn laughed lightly, "do I look like a charity to you?"

His face darkened. "Don't forget about your secret! I could sell it for a good price!"

The air froze.

Evelyn leaned forward slowly, her red lips parting. "Are you threatening me?"

"It's a transaction." Tyler forced his voice steady. "Five million is too low. At least—"

"Tyler Laurier." Evelyn cut him off. "Your son just bought a Porsche last week, didn't he? With the embezzled company funds?"

Tyler's pupils contracted.

"Your family has been living lavishly all these years. Now that you're in prison, they won’t even pay for visitation fees." Evelyn tapped the table lightly with her fingers. "Five million should be enough for them to pretend they care while you serve your sentence."

Tyler's face turned ashen. He knew his wife had moved her lover into their villa, and his son was busy selling off his prized collections.

"Sign the agreement." Evelyn slid a document toward him. "The lawyer is already on his way."

The pen trembled in Tyler's hand. As the final stroke dried, he suddenly looked up. "Evelyn Sullivan, you'll get what's coming to you!"

"Karma?" Evelyn collected the papers, her lips curving into a cold smile. "When you embezzled project funds and left three workers disabled, did you ever fear karma?"

Stepping out of the police station, the harsh sunlight made Evelyn squint. She raised a hand to shield her eyes—and spotted Dr. Evan leaning against his car, waving at her.

"All settled?" He handed her a cup of hot coffee.

Evelyn took the cup, warmth seeping into her fingertips. "What are you doing here, Evan?"