Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 212

“Evangeline, let’s have a real conversation,” Poppy called out, her smile sharp as a blade.

Evangeline caught the malice behind that smile and didn’t slow down. “There’s nothing left for us to discuss,” she replied coolly, walking straight past Poppy without a glance.

Poppy didn’t seem bothered by her coldness. Instead, she pressed on, “I heard from Flora you went to the old house today. So, you must have known all along that Mrs. Fawkes planned to give you those shares, didn’t you?”

She leaned in, her eyes brimming with contempt. “You endured five years of humiliation, pretended to be so in love with Soren, but it was all about the Fawkes fortune, wasn’t it?”

Her tone was silky, coaxing, baiting Evangeline to slip and incriminate herself. One wrong word, and Poppy would use it to stir up trouble.

The business partners of Fawkes Enterprises were already skeptical. If Poppy succeeded, they’d surely pressure Mrs. Fawkes to revoke her will for the sake of their own interests. Mrs. Fawkes never listened to her family alone, but if the family and their partners joined forces? She would have no choice but to reconsider.

There was still room to turn things around.

Emboldened, Poppy pressed further. “What’s the matter, Evangeline? Can’t admit your own schemes?”

Evangeline stopped, finally facing her. “The issue of the shares is between me and the Fawkes family. It’s none of your business, so don’t trouble yourself.”

“So, you’re admitting it?” Poppy pounced.

Evangeline shot her a sidelong glance, voice dry and calm. “I thought you’d be happy, honestly.”

“After all, I stepped aside and gave you the spot as Mrs. Fawkes. I even handed Soren to you, just like you wanted. Yet here you are, not only ungrateful, but chasing me down over the Fawkes fortune.”

She looked Poppy up and down, a mocking smile curling her lips. “Or what, Poppy? Are you with Soren for the money, not love?”

“You—you’re twisting things!” Poppy stammered, flustered.

She let out a soft, amused breath, not bothering to call her out. Instead, she offered a gentle warning. “Soren doesn’t like wives who play too many games. If you’re going to keep pretending, do it right. Otherwise, when the mask slips, it’ll be embarrassing for everyone.”

“You—” Poppy’s face went pale with anger.

She followed Evangeline’s gaze, finally realizing the phone in her hand was exposed, and hurriedly hid it behind her back.

Evangeline ignored her and stepped into the elevator.

The hotel’s underground parking garage was enormous, and Evangeline, never much for directions, had to wander for a while before she finally spotted her car.

She reached for the door, but a strange sense of unease crept over her.

Ever since leaving the lobby, she’d felt it—a steady gaze, watching her from somewhere in the shadows.