Chapter 135

A fleeting softness flashed in Evelyn Roland's eyes before vanishing.

She had never met Alexander Durand's siblings. Her search for them was solely to confirm their safety.

"I don't know them personally. I just want to ensure they're unharmed."

Vincent Langley's instincts screamed danger. She was testing him.

"Evelyn, I truly don't know their whereabouts. If I did, I would tell you. Old Durand was my dear friend—of course I want his children safe."

The truth was, the Durand siblings remained firmly under his control.

Only by keeping them in his grasp could he rest easy.

Evelyn's gaze remained calm as still water. Vincent knew something but refused to reveal it.

She had once planted surveillance bugs in his home, overhearing fragments of his conversations with the butler.

Unfortunately, the intel proved useless.

Vincent and Dominic Lombardi always held their private discussions in the study, never in the open.

At the time, heavily pregnant, she couldn't risk climbing to the second floor—only catching trivial exchanges.

Isabella Langley's two-faced hypocrisy.

Tch. Why worry about others when she could barely protect herself?

Evelyn checked the time, her eyes glinting.

Right on cue, chaotic footsteps echoed outside.

Her lips curved. Vincent Langley, this past year of suffering was merely the beginning. You'd better watch your back from now on.

Adrian Valentine studied her smile, brows furrowing. What game was she playing?

The Evelyn who returned was increasingly unrecognizable—as if he'd never truly known her.

She picked up the photographs and handed them to Vincent. "Since you're so invested in Alexander's work, Mr. Langley, consider these blueprints my gift. Should you succeed in mining them, at least his risks won't have been in vain."

"Hahaha—" A raucous laugh erupted from the doorway. "Vincent Langley! Did you really think you could keep this treasure to yourself?"

Vincent whipped his head toward Evelyn.

She sat composed, unruffled. Murderous intent flared in his eyes—this bitch had planned this.

Harrison Macmillan strode in with several jewelers in tow.

Evelyn swept them with an icy stare. "To what do we owe this... unexpected visit?"

Her tone dripped skepticism.

Vincent frowned. Had he misjudged her involvement?

Harrison greedily eyed the photographs in Vincent's hands, grinning at Evelyn. "Miss Roland, my people have been monitoring you. The moment you made your move, I knew. Since these are now public knowledge, surely finders should be sharers?"

Vincent seethed. This bastard had stolen the photos yesterday.

Now he dared return for more? A fatal oversight. He'd known Evelyn was being tailed but underestimated their speed.

Harrison asked Evelyn, "Did Mr. Langley promise you a cut of the profits?"

She shook her head. "No."

"How naïve. Handing over a fortune without securing your share. Do you know what these photos are worth? I'll give you a billion for them."

Each diamond vein mapped in those photographs was worth incalculable fortunes.

Vincent's face darkened. The situation had spiraled beyond control.