Chapter 30

Evelyn's pupils contracted as she stared at the man in disbelief.

He actually called Natalie his cousin?

"Cousin?" Evelyn's lips curled into a cold smile, her phoenix-like eyes glinting with frost. "Are you sure?"

Daniel frowned, studying the unfamiliar woman before him.

Why did she seem vaguely familiar?

With Miss Sherwood still present, he couldn't let her know Natalie was his wife.

The crowd behind them had already begun murmuring.

"Oh my god, a public murder!"

"Is that woman insane?"

Daniel suppressed a smirk. Natalie had asthma—without medication during an attack, death was certain.

He'd thought her well-dressed appearance meant wealth. Yet when buying a house, she couldn't even produce fifty grand.

Three wasted years.

Now that she was dying, he could finally pursue Miss Sherwood openly.

"This is my friend Natalie Lowell," Evelyn said icily. "You claim she's your cousin? What's your relation?"

"My aunt's daughter." Daniel squared his shoulders.

Evelyn's expression darkened.

"What's your name?"

"Daniel Sherwood!" He blurted it out before paling. "What's your problem? Don't believe me?"

He moved to help Natalie up.

Evelyn stepped back, her gaze sharp as a blade. "You didn't even check her pulse before declaring her dead. Or did you already hope she'd die?"

Natalie stirred awake, Daniel's words chilling her to the core.

No more attachments to the Sherwood family.

Daniel froze.

Hearing his mother's earlier scream, he'd been desperate to rid himself of this burden. Asthma attacks were fatal without treatment.

His eyes flicked to Evelyn.

Porcelain skin, delicate features.

Pity she was Natalie's friend—probably another penniless nobody.

"Miss, I don't know how my cousin offended you," Daniel said mournfully. "But you caused her asthma attack and refused to call an ambulance. What's your game?"

Evelyn's brow furrowed.

The man was a disgustingly skilled actor.

"Turn yourself in now," Mrs. Sherwood snapped. "Or we'll call the police!"

Isabella's eyes gleamed from the crowd.

This opportunity was too perfect to waste.

She turned to find Adrian.

Suddenly, a group of elegantly dressed figures approached. The middle-aged man leading them exuded authority.

Isabella frowned.

Why did he look familiar?

Meanwhile, Evelyn's voice cut through the tension. "Daniel, you know exactly why Natalie had that attack. You watched her die, and now you're blaming me?"

The Sherwoods paled.

"Lies!" Mrs. Sherwood shrieked. "You killed Natalie!"

Evelyn smirked.

How were they so certain she was dead?

Her icy stare made Mrs. Sherwood shudder.

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful—with eyes colder than steel.

Isabella seized the moment. "Evelyn, first corporate espionage, now murder? Just confess!"