Chapter 64: Perfect Evidence
When a violent spasm hit, he muffled a groan in her hand, releasing his semen. A thick, musky scent filled the air.
Sticky semen coated Evelyn’s fingertips, alien and warm with Ryan’s heat.
Ryan’s breathing stabilized. He pulled his cock from her hand, his eyes still burning with lust, which had intensified into a knowing, consuming hunger. He grabbed a tissue and took her hand, carefully wiping the mess from her fingers.
“That’s much better. Your hands are better than I imagined.” Ryan chuckled softly. “You know? I never thought I’d crave a woman this much.”
Evelyn turned away, her ears burning. She didn't know how to respond to the raw intimacy, forcing herself to pull her hand away. “I need to go. Professor Hayes and Sophie are waiting.”
Ryan didn't stop her. He had someone bring a cashmere shawl and personally draped it over her shoulders. “Professor Hayes will inform you of the collaboration details. Evelyn, don't forget the men's design you owe me. I will collect it anytime.” He stressed the word "collect," making the implication undeniable.
Evelyn bolted from the top-floor office.
Outside the Nova Group building, Professor Hayes and Sophie were waiting. Seeing the expensive shawl on Evelyn, Sophie’s eyes were full of questions.
“I’ll send you the subsequent schedule by text,” Professor Hayes said sternly, as always. “The rest of the time is yours. Don’t disappoint me.” She turned and left without delay.
Once Professor Hayes was gone, Sophie grabbed Evelyn. “My God, Evelyn, did you… and Ryan Lawrence… that shawl…”
“It’s nothing,” Evelyn pulled the coat tight, avoiding Sophie’s gaze. “Let’s find somewhere to eat. I’m starving.” She couldn't explain, and she wouldn't try.
They walked into a nearby upscale restaurant. A waiter led them to a semi-private booth. Just as they were about to sit, a furious argument erupted from the booth next door. The man’s voice was sickeningly familiar.
“How long do I have to wait, Dennis! My belly is getting bigger every day! You promised you'd divorce that old bag and marry me!” a young woman accused.
“Baby, keep it down!” It was Dennis, the bastard who had tried to push her toward Barry at the dinner party. His voice was impatient and nervous. “I’m trying to figure things out! Divorce isn’t easy! My wife’s family is powerful!”
Evelyn and Sophie exchanged glances. Evelyn quickly put a finger to her lips, silently pulled out her phone, aimed it at the gap in the door, and hit the record button.
“Figure things out? You just keep delaying me!” The woman cried louder. “You always say that! I’ve given you so much, even carrying your child! What else do you want? Do you even plan to take responsibility?”
“Damn it! What do you know?!” Dennis’s voice turned aggressive. “How much money have I spent on you? If it weren't for the kid in your belly, you think you'd be talking to me right now?”
“Just give me time to deal with those old guys at the company and get my shares. Then I’ll divorce that old bag and leave her with nothing!”
Evelyn held her phone steady, recording every word. She even adjusted the angle to capture Dennis’s greasy face.
Just then, Dennis seemed to sense something and snapped his head toward the door. Evelyn and Sophie ducked quickly, pretending to study the menu on the wall. The door was shoved open. Dennis nervously peeked into the hallway.
Evelyn and Sophie’s hearts leaped. They quickly picked up the menus and pretended to be engrossed in a discussion about the food.
“What are you looking at? Never seen people argue before?” Dennis swore, glancing at the two women without recognizing them. He turned, roughly grabbing the weeping pregnant woman, and they stormed off.
Not until their footsteps disappeared did Evelyn and Sophie breathe a collective sigh of relief, their backs slick with cold sweat.
Sophie let out a shaky breath. “That scared me. I thought he saw us.”
Evelyn stared at the evidence on her phone. “Now, it’s time to let Mrs. Dennis know exactly what her husband has been doing behind her back.”
She logged into an anonymous email, packaged the video and several screenshots, and sent them to Dennis’s wife, Audrey Grady. Audrey came from an established, wealthy New York family, managed several of the family’s real estate firms, and had significant influence in business and social circles. Dennis owed his Omni Group shares entirely to her family's financial backing.
Sophie gave Evelyn a thumbs-up. “Brilliant. Dennis is finished.”
Evelyn put down her phone. “This is just the beginning.” Damian, Sienna, Dennis… she would settle every score.
Meanwhile, in the Grady family’s Upper East Side mansion, Audrey was winding down after handling company documents when she received an anonymous email. She opened it carelessly, and her face instantly went pale.
In the video, her husband, Dennis, was yelling at a heavily pregnant young girl, talking about "the baby in her belly," and saying he would "divorce the old bag and leave her with nothing." Audrey's hand shook, almost dropping the phone. She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and watched the video again.
Then, she called her family lawyer. “Immediately investigate all asset flows for Dennis Grady, including his credit card statements and transfer records for the past year. Pull everything.”
The lawyer paused. “Madam, are you initiating…”
“Divorce,” Audrey’s voice was utterly cold. “And find out how many women he’s supporting. I want him to shoot himself in the foot—he’ll walk away with nothing.”