The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 84

84 A Walking Scandal

Evelyn approached them calmly, stopping a few steps away. 1

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit there quietly, and you’re going to pray that the people on the other end of this

earpiece don’t find enough dirt to bury you alive. Because trust me, once they do? Jail will look like a vacation compared to what’s

waiting.”

The bald man whimpered, touching his bleeding head.

The bodyguard shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether to fight, flee, or faint.

Evelyn smiled sweetly, the kind of smile that made men like them sweat.

“Now then… shall we continue?”

No words.

No action.

They just stare at her in silence as if their souls had already left their bodies.

And at the same time,

Evelyn felt the earpiece buzz against her skin like a tiny, obedient wasp.

Oscar’s voice slid into her ear, “My goodness, Eve! This old man is a walking scandal. His name’s Lewis Harrison. He’s a minister.”

Her stomach feels twisted instantly. There was no graceful exit from this one. She had already picked a fight with a man who wore the

state on his lapel and power in his pocket.

Quietly, with the helpless dignity of someone watching a slow–motion train wreck, she cursed under her breath. ‘Oh, fuck. How did I

casually hit a minister?‘

As if reading the panic in her silence, Oscar chuckled.

“Relax, my friend… You can make him lose his job, his family, and his reputation. Hell, you could make him wish he had never learned to

write his name,

Relief flooded through her, warm and mixed. She didn’t say a word, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Inside, she felt a bit more confident, like a cat eyeing a drowning goldfish.

Oscar fed her more details. “Your sister, or rather the Walters Group, was supposed to win that million–dollar tender. Harrison has been

holding it; he has not yet signed the contract. He only agreed to talk if Stella came to this city herself. That is why she is here.”

Evelyn’s smile sharpened into something dangerous. She turned her attention to the bald man sitting stiffly.

She moved forward to reduce the gap, carrying the calm of someone about to unleash chaos.

“Mr. Harrison,” she called, her voice soft but clear enough to cut through the murmurs. “Do you really want to be remembered as the

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minister who sold his soul for corruption?”

Color drained from his face. He blinked, then forced his jaw tight. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Do you want me to remind you?” she asked sweetly, her words folding like knives.

She did not wait for his permission. “During your tenure as a minister, you altered thirty–seven contracts and used the company that

gave you more money…”

“Three hundred thirty–eight million dollars, if we are being exact. Eight dormant bank accounts in three different countries. And here is

a fun detail. You gamble online, which, as you know, is very much a crime in our fine country.”

The man’s composure cracked like cheap glass. He groped for words and came up empty.

“Continue… Roasting him, Eve… This is so fun!” Oscar whispered in her ear, delighted.

“Mr. Harrison, do you still want me to continue?” Evelyn asked.

“No,” he stammered. “No, please.”

Evelyn’s smile widened with theatrical delight. “Wonderful. Because I was just getting to the juicy part.”

“You have a lovely wife and four children. Congratulations. But apparently, you are also the proud owner of three, no wait, five

mistresses.” 1

She pretended to be shocked, “Oh, my goodness… Mr. Harrison… You have one in every major city. You are practically the country’s first official harem king. Bravo.” She claps.

A soft laugh escaped from Stella behind her.

And of course Oscar, unable to contain himself, snorted into her ear. “Stop it, Eve. I am going to die laughing here. Stop torturing him

now…” 1

But she was not finished.

“Does your wife know? No? Oh…. This is interesting, your wife is the daughter of a military general. What a delightful twist. Imagine what she would do if she discovered your mistress. Divorce papers, probably with a side of public disgrace.”

Lewis Harrison’s face turned the color of old newspapers. He motioned frantically, eyes pleading with his bodyguards like a drowning man begging for a rope.

“You will get your contract,” he croaked. “Please, I will sign it now. Anything you want.” His henchman rushed forward with a glossy folder and a pen that gleamed like it knew it was about to betray its owner,

Stella, who had been sitting frozen, finally found her voice. She stared at Evelyn in shock. “Sis… What are you doing? No need…”

“You can relax,” Evelyn said with a sly smile. “Just let them sign. It doesn’t matter anymore. He will get his punishment.”

Lewis Harrison’s voice shook, “Miss, I beg you. What do you want? Please do not cause any trouble for me..”

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