Chapter 238

Evelyn Sinclair deliberately raised her voice. Her words sliced through the air, instantly drawing every eye in the grand ballroom.

The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. Genevieve Dawson's face flushed crimson with rage. "How dare you speak to your elders that way! You're utterly uncivilized!"

Evelyn merely arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. That single gesture spoke volumes. Elders? These women had forfeited any right to respect the moment they'd schemed their way into the Sterling family.

Margaret Dawson's manicured nails dug into her palms. This was supposed to be her triumphant return to high society - a chance to reconnect with Nathan Blackwood and reestablish her position. Instead, Evelyn had exposed their dirty laundry for all to see.

Better to play the victim then. Margaret lowered her voice to a trembling whisper. "Evelyn, must you be so cruel?" Tears glittered artificially in her eyes.

Evelyn's gaze could have frozen molten lava. "Spare me the theatrics. If you think that was cruel, I've got a dictionary full of words you haven't heard yet."

She leaned in slightly, her voice carrying just enough for the surrounding guests. "Shall I tell everyone how your real father works as a bouncer at Aurora Club? Or how you've been funneling Sterling money to support him?" Her eyes flicked to Charles Sterling. "Uncle Charles, you might want to check if you're funding more than just these two gold-diggers."

Lucas Sterling's investigation had uncovered every dirty secret after their initial eviction from Sterling Manor. The actor brother had a knack for digging up inconvenient truths.

Charles's face darkened like a thundercloud. His hand shot out, striking Margaret with enough force to send her sprawling across the marble floor. Her scream echoed through the suddenly silent ballroom.

"You told me he died in an accident!" Charles's voice shook with barely contained fury.

Margaret cowered on the ground, her carefully constructed facade crumbling. "I-I didn't mean to lie! I didn't know he'd resurfaced—"

Genevieve rushed to her mother's side, but Charles's glare stopped her cold. "Did you know about this too?" When Genevieve couldn't meet his eyes, his expression turned glacial. "Get out. Both of you. Before I have security drag you out."

The once-proud women scrambled toward the exit under the weight of a hundred judgmental stares, their carefully constructed world of lies collapsing around them.