Chapter 57

Evelyn was finally persuaded. Cassandra helped her prepare for what she claimed was an important social gathering.

Only upon arrival did Evelyn realize this was no ordinary high-society event.

It was an exclusive black-market auction of rare artifacts, hosted aboard a luxurious private yacht. Dozens of illegal collectibles were being discreetly traded among the elite.

Her breath caught when she spotted the painting she'd replicated for Margaret's birthday displayed among the items.

Evelyn's fingers trembled as she pointed at the canvas. "Explain this, Cassandra."

Cassandra's eyes sparkled with greed. "Look around, Evelyn. Every guest here spends fortunes on such acquisitions. Imagine the profit if our piece sells!"

"How did this even get here?" Evelyn demanded through clenched teeth.

Cassandra lowered her voice. "Grandmother received so many gifts that night. She'd never notice one missing. Besides, she accepted Victoria's invitation too."

Evelyn's fists tightened at her sides. "You stole it?" Each word dripped with barely contained fury.

"Not me!" Cassandra waved her hands defensively. "Gregory took it when no one was looking."

The truth crashed over Evelyn like icy waves. This wasn't a charity event - it was an underground marketplace for stolen treasures.

Seeing Evelyn's expression, Cassandra attempted damage control. "We could split the earnings. Sixty-forty in your favor?"

Evelyn's stony silence spoke volumes.

"Seventy-thirty then! My final offer."

"If I'm Isabella Grayson," Evelyn stated coldly, "every penny goes to charity. If I'm not, then this is fraud."

Cassandra scoffed. "You're practically penniless yet refuse easy money? Want to play saint? Fine. But you won't even claim credit for your good deeds. Are you insane?"

The venom spilled out. "What are you - some guardian angel? Saving men with your body and the poor with your money? Look where that got you - ruined reputation and empty pockets."

Evelyn flinched as the barb struck home. Cassandra knew nothing of her true past.

Without another word, Evelyn began packing the painting.

Cassandra grabbed her arm in panic. "Stop! I've paid the deposit! You'll cost me thousands!"

A salesman approached eagerly. "Interested in this Isabella Grayson original, madam?"

"This is my reproduction," Evelyn declared loudly. "It's not for sale."

The announcement drew curious onlookers.

Cassandra's face purpled with rage. "Experts authenticated this! I've paid the deposit! Either it sells or you cover my losses!"