Chapter 344

Margaret Evans had been hiding at home for seven straight days.

She paced the living room restlessly, fingers twisting a silk scarf. The maids maintained polite expressions, but their whispers still reached her ears.

"Madam is throwing another tantrum..."

"I heard that mother and son keep causing scenes at the gate..."

Margaret slammed her teacup onto the coffee table. She was the esteemed Mrs. Evans—why should she cower in her own home like a fugitive?

"Prepare the car!" She abruptly stood.

The driver, Mr. Thompson, arrived promptly. "Madam, those two are still at the entrance—"

"Drive out!" Margaret's lipsticked mouth pressed into a thin line. "Run them over if you have to!"

She changed into her most expensive Chanel suit and stepped into the car in stilettos.

As the vehicle approached the gates, the mother-son duo squatted like sentinels on either side.

"Faster," Margaret commanded coldly.

Sweat beaded on the driver's forehead as he accelerated.

Linda Lombardi was mid-complaint when she heard the engine roar. She looked up to see the black sedan barreling toward them.

"Watch out!" She yanked her son Tyler aside as the car grazed their clothes.

"Murderers!" Linda shrieked, slapping her thighs. "Think money makes you untouchable? I'll put you on the front page!"

Margaret watched their flailing figures in the rearview mirror, lips curling.

Tyler scrambled up, covered in dust. "Mom, should we keep waiting?"

"Until hell freezes over!" Linda spat. "Let's see how long she can hide!"

Two days later.

Tyler scratched at his mosquito bites when his phone rang. His eyes widened as he listened.

"Mom! A tabloid's offering big money for Evans family dirt!" He waved his phone excitedly. "An exclusive on their scandals!"

Linda's dull eyes gleamed. "How much?"

"Enough for a penthouse!" His voice shook. "They said...if we escalate the drama..."