Chapter 38
The vulgar and filthy words made Evelyn's already unhappy mood even colder.
But when she lifted her head, a smile appeared on her charming face.
"Want to die? I'll help you."
Evelyn's proud and alluring demeanor had a hint of underlying menace in her bones.
The man who had been smirking just moments ago looked at her face, his expression changing slightly: "Evelyn?"
"It's me."
She curved her red lips, smiling with pride and confidence: "I did come here looking for some men to drink with, but you guys are too ugly. Just looking at you makes me sick."
The Thomas family wasn't ranked high enough globally, but in Emerald City, they were one of the top wealthy families.
After seeing her, everyone's expressions varied.
But these men were all rich second-generation kids, used to being flattered. How could they just turn and leave after having their faces stepped on like this?
"Evelyn, I suggest you mind your own business. Mabel is the woman I've set my eyes on, and the Simpson family has agreed to give her to me."
That simple sentence was enough to make Mabel's face change color.
The girl raised by the Simpson family themselves—could the Simpson family be this cruel to her?
Having grown up in a wealthy family, Evelyn naturally understood that families that looked glamorous on the outside each had their own dirty secrets.
But she had no intention of digging deeper.
"So what?" She lazily looked up at them. "Either you leave on your own, or I'll have someone help you leave?"
They might have ways to deal with the Thomas family or Evelyn, but the man behind her was Benjamin.
The rich kids exchanged glances and left cursing and swearing.
But before leaving, they didn't forget to threaten: "When Benjamin doesn't want you anymore, just wait and see how I'll deal with you!"
It was originally just their impotent rage, but what she'd seen at the café earlier made these words strike a painful chord in Evelyn's heart.
Her eyes suddenly froze: "Before he doesn't want me, I'll make your family suffer first. You believe me or not?"
The man finally didn't dare to keep running his mouth and scurried away.
"Thank you," Mabel pulled her clothes tighter, "After I wash it clean, I'll return it to you."
"No need."
It was just a piece of clothing; Evelyn didn't care.
"But this outfit is very expensive."
Even though Mabel wasn't the Simpson family's biological daughter, she'd grown up in wealthy circles. How could she not recognize the price of this outfit?
Evelyn was about to refuse, but thinking about the Simpson family situation, she changed her mind: "Okay."
"I'll also remember the favor you did for me just now." She nodded slightly and quickly walked out.
Fallon came over: "Didn't expect you to have some guts."
"Then keep me company for some drinks." Evelyn pulled at her lips.
Evelyn's mood got even worse. Ignoring the time, she took Fallon straight into a private room to order drinks.
Drinking to drown sorrows only makes them worse.
Evelyn, who usually didn't drink much, accidentally drank a bit too much.
"Stop drinking," Fallon wasn't mean-spirited, and having just seen Evelyn help Mabel, she couldn't help but speak up, "So what if he didn't pick you up right away? Everyone has things to do."
"Having things to do is normal, but lying isn't right."
Evelyn raised her index finger and gently shook it: "You haven't had much contact with Benjamin, you don't understand him."
"He does things very systematically; his schedule is all planned out. Almost no one can make him break the rules and change it."
She smiled and pointed at herself: "And I'm an exception."
Smiling, her mouth corners drooped: "But not today. When he said one more hour, it meant he'd stay there for another half hour. For what?"
"If you want to know so badly and feel awkward asking, why didn't you stay there and see?"
"I forgot." Evelyn showed a drunk's signature smile and took another sip with her head down.
It wasn't that she forgot—she didn't dare.
Some things, if you dig too deep, only end up hurting yourself.
Having experienced everything in her past life, she knew Benjamin could at least protect her, but could there be others around him, too?
A dense, fine pain spread through her heart, an indescribable discomfort.
[I'll come pick you up, should be at The Velvet Mirage in about half an hour.]
Fallon also saw the message on the screen: "Why don't you skip seeing him? I'll take you home."
"No!"
Evelyn threw her head back: "Why should I? Even if I don't say it out loud, I want to let him know I'm unhappy! Maybe if he feels guilty, he won't keep doing things that are wrong to me."
From confident to aggrieved, Fallon couldn't help but scold her: "You're the young lady of the Thomas family. What man can't you have? Why make yourself so miserable over one man?"
"It's not the same."
She sighed softly.
If seeing Matthew for the last time in her previous life was the shattering of her hopes, then Benjamin's appearance was the restart of her life.
But human nature is too complex; it's hard not to feel sad.
Half an hour later, Evelyn walked out of The Velvet Mirage and saw the familiar Maybach. A strange emotion suddenly rose in her heart.
She stood there for a few seconds, then walked over and opened the car door.
In the driver's seat wasn't Benjamin's familiar driver, nor was it him, but a completely unfamiliar man.
In that moment, her heart fell completely into an ice cellar, the alcohol going to her head a bit.
"Who are you?"
"Ms. Thomas," the man smiled was very polite, "Mr. White said he's busy with something and asked me to take you."
"What's he busy with?" Her face darkened slightly.
The driver seemed uncertain whether to say, silent for quite a while before speaking: "Mr. White took someone to the hospital."
Hospital?
For some reason, she felt it had something to do with that girl who looked pure and innocent.
But how could the young master of the White family get involved with a working girl who looked cheap all over?
And he'd send that girl to the hospital instead of caring about her?
Evelyn's red lips pressed together. She closed the passenger door and sat in the back: "To the hospital?"
"What?"
"Did he say I'm not allowed to go find him?"
"No."
"Drive."
Leaning back in her seat with her head down, Evelyn could still smell Benjamin's scent, but her heart grew colder bit by bit.
Are feelings the most unreliable thing?
Or is she destined to be lonely, with everyone she likes betraying her?
Lost in sadness, she didn't notice at all that the driver was staring at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes full of malice.
The car merged into traffic without attracting anyone's attention.
But Samuel, sitting in the passenger seat in the parking lot, narrowed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping the window: "That's Benjamin's car?"
"Yes, Mr. Harris." Samuel's subordinate, Idris, immediately nodded.
"Follow it."
"Why?" Idris looked confused. "Mr. White arranged for someone to pick up Ms. Thomas; they're naturally going to have their private time..."
Idris didn't finish the rest, but the meaning was clear.
It was really inappropriate for Samuel to follow.
Samuel turned to look at his subordinate, still smiling on his face, but his beautiful eyes were cold.
Idris was scared inside but still tried to persuade: "How about calling Mr. White? If it's appropriate, we'll go then?"
"Either drive, or get out." Samuel's eyes glinted coldly, giving Idris no room for negotiation.
Idris was stunned, then suddenly said: "You haven't fallen for Mr. White's fiancée, have you?"