Victor had finally snapped out of his shock, his face now a mask of barely concealed rage.

He leaned closer to Evelyn, his posture tense, whispering something hurriedly in her ear.

Evelyn, who had been silent and wide-eyed since they entered, suddenly looked animated, her lips curling into a tight smirk as she whispered back, her hand gripping his arm firmly.

"They didn’t expect to see me here," Racheal mused inwardly, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. She could feel their panic from across the room, and that was all the reassurance she needed. They knew she was a threat, and that filled her with a quiet sense...