Chapter 413

Their gazes locked as they spoke in unison. "The Delaney family?"

"The Delaney family!"

Surprise flickered in Evelyn's eyes. "Harrison, great minds think alike."

"That impostor Juliette kept harping on about a billion dollars. She's emphasized that exact amount multiple times. Only the Delaneys have ever had a billion-dollar conflict with us."

Harrison's voice dropped to a low, thoughtful tone. The infamous incident between Evelyn and Alistair over the billion-dollar diamond ring had burned through high society like wildfire. The Delaney name had never recovered from the scandal.

Then came the Isabella debacle. Now the once-powerful Delaney dynasty stood in complete ruin.

Every single event traced back to Evelyn in some way.

Which made the Delaneys prime suspects in this plagiarism scheme.

"I've already checked with Dominic. None of the Kingsley family's rivals appear involved."

"So we can conclude this fake Juliette must be connected to the Delaneys."

Harrison had reached the same conclusion as Evelyn.

"One thing's certain - she's not Isabella." The impostor had assumed Juliette's identity five years prior.

"Does Isabella have a sister?"

Evelyn's question cut straight to the heart of the matter.

If this fake Juliette was linked to the Delaneys and harbored such hatred toward her, she had to be one of them!

Apparently, Isabella wasn't the only Delaney heiress.

"I'll launch an investigation immediately. We'll examine all Delaney women from the past three generations who'd be around twenty-five now."

But Evelyn shook her head. "Harrison, if she's a Delaney, we don't need an investigation. I know exactly who can identify her."

Harrison's lips curved. "Alistair?"

Amusement danced in Evelyn's eyes. "Harrison Whitmore, are you reading my mind? I can't keep anything from you."

His gaze softened as he looked at her. "I'll have someone track down Alistair immediately."

Evelyn nodded in agreement.

His team worked with terrifying efficiency. Within the hour, they'd compiled a full report on Alistair's current situation.

Harrison handed her the file. "Since the Delaney bankruptcy, Alistair's been working at a car wash to survive."

Evelyn's eyebrows shot up as she studied the photograph. The man had aged decades. "The mighty villain reduced to this?"

"Don't waste your sympathy. He earned every bit of this." Harrison never softened toward those who deserved their fate. Alistair had made his bed.

"Let's pay him a visit."

They exchanged a glance before Evelyn signaled their driver.

The sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a stop outside the car wash. The tinted window lowered to reveal Harrison's razor-sharp profile.

"Evelyn, we're here."

Her gaze immediately found Alistair in his stained uniform, scrubbing a car hood with mechanical movements. The contrast to his former arrogance was staggering.

"This... is Alistair?" Disbelief colored her voice.

"Let's see what he knows." She pushed open the door and strode toward the hunched figure.