Chapter 493

Adrian Valentine switched to an inconspicuous black sedan to follow them.

Victor Ashcroft's hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. This time, they would definitely find Evelyn's residence.

The car entered an upscale gated community and finally stopped in front of a European-style manor.

Adrian's pupils constricted. So this was where she lived.

Victor sucked in a sharp breath. "Mr. Valentine, this estate is worth at least two hundred million. No wonder we couldn't locate her."

Before Adrian could respond, a silver sports car pulled up in front of the neighboring villa.

Sebastian Orlando stepped out carrying multiple shopping bags, the tips of barbecue skewers poking out from one of them.

"Evelyn, I'm here," he said into his phone. "Brought everything you love."

Evelyn had just settled on the living room couch when she heard his voice. She chuckled. "Scarlett's been craving lamb skewers all week."

"Got them. Be right there." Sebastian hung up and strode toward the entrance.

Adrian watched him enter the opposite villa, recalling the crimson rose garden he'd glimpsed earlier.

"Victor." His voice tightened. "Contact the developer tomorrow. I'm buying a property here."

Victor immediately nodded. "Yes, sir."

Adrian's gaze remained fixed on Evelyn's front door.

His bewilderment about his wife's identity only deepened.

Grandmother Beatrice knew the truth but refused to speak.

Evelyn's connection to Frederick Roland was equally mysterious.

Why could everyone else call her Evelyn, while he was stuck using that man's chosen name for her?

A self-deprecating smirk tugged at Adrian's lips.

Until this puzzle was solved, he would never find peace.

Two hours later, Sebastian and his sister finally emerged from Evelyn's home.

Only when they returned to their own villa did Adrian's tense nerves relax slightly.

"Let's go." His voice was hoarse.

Victor nearly wept with relief as he slammed the accelerator—his bladder was about to burst.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Ethan Roland slept soundly.

Sophia Roland sat on the carpet stacking blocks. She immediately looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Mommy..." The toddler wobbled to her feet, tiny hands reaching for Evelyn's collar.

Evelyn sighed and caught the mischievous little fingers.

She blamed Gabrielle's insistence on breastfeeding.

"After Mommy showers, okay?" she coaxed gently.

Sophia blinked her big eyes and nodded, though it was unclear how much she understood.