Chapter 2 - Pouring the Trap
Evelyn walked smoothly to the head of the table. She leaned down gracefully, her expression serene, oblivious, and composed.
She lifted the glass coffee carafe, tilting it over Ingrid's delicate porcelain cup. Dark brown liquid filled the white dish in a steady stream.
Ingrid tilted her head back, her cold, scheming tone laced with utter contempt. "Perfect. We’ll make her sign over the estate before she even realizes what happened."
Lukas chuckled again, a condescending sound as he leaned back in his leather dining chair. He stared at Evelyn like she was nothing more than furniture in his family's grand estate.
"Look at her," Lukas sneered. "She has no idea her whole life ends today."
Across the table, Elisa cupped her mouth, letting out a mocking whisper. "She really lives in total silence, doesn't she?"
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Evelyn’s hand remained rock-steady. Her sweet, dutiful smile never faded, but beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes turned ice-cold with micro-expressions of sharp, calculated fury.
👉 Read PART 3 to see the shocking moment Evelyn set down the carafe!
