Chapter 310

"Absolutely. I was skeptical at first. Victor being Mr. Mitchell's right-hand man, I assumed he'd be treated well after all these years of loyal service. But the evidence doesn't lie." Samuel's words left Evelyn speechless.

If Victor was compromised, the Mitchell Group's crisis wasn't just about operational failures—it was orchestrated.

Samuel studied Evelyn's tense silence before murmuring, "Mrs. Martin, what's your next move?"

Evelyn locked eyes with him. "Does Sophia suspect anything about Victor?"

"Not at all. She'd never hide it if she did." Samuel knew Sophia wore her heart on her sleeve.

Evelyn's gaze sharpened. A full thirty seconds passed before she spoke. "Can you arrange a meeting with Victor? We need to test him. Once he's rattled, he'll slip up. Otherwise, he'll stay buried, and we're powerless."

Samuel froze.

For a split second, he saw Nathaniel in the steel of Evelyn's expression.

She tilted her head. "Mr. Yates? Your thoughts?"

He snapped back. "Brilliant plan, Mrs. Martin. Should we leave now?"

With a curt nod, Evelyn followed him out.

Gregory emerged from the break room, coffee in hand. Spotting Evelyn, he raised a brow. "Heading out?"

"To the hospital."

"Visiting your father? How is he? Mind if I drop by soon?" His eyes flicked to Samuel, cool and dismissive, before settling on Evelyn.

"He's stable, but no visitors yet. Too much stress could trigger another episode. We'll talk once things calm down."

"Understood. Need anything, just shout. I've got your back."

"Wouldn't dream of letting you off the hook." Her smirk drew a chuckle from Gregory, easing the tension.

Downstairs, Samuel drove while Evelyn texted Sophia:

[Meet me at Mitchell Group now. Urgent.]

Sophia replied instantly:

[Right now? What’s wrong?]

[Details later.]

Evelyn pocketed her phone as Samuel's grip tightened on the wheel.

"Mrs. Martin, seatbelt. Now."

Her pulse spiked. "Why?"

"We've got a tail."

Evelyn twisted in her seat. A black sedan trailed them, steady and deliberate.

"You're certain?"

The car accelerated, closing the gap.

Samuel's jaw clenched. "Oh, I'm sure."