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