Chapter 542

Peter Harrison's voice dripped with madness, his eyes gleaming dangerously.

Evelyn Carter stood motionless.

"Scared?" Peter whistled mockingly.

"Of what?" She scanned their surroundings. "This place is under surveillance. What can you possibly do?"

"What if I brought a knife?" He narrowed his eyes. "I could stab you right now."

"You won't." Her tone was absolute. "Only fools like Simon Stapleton would resort to mutual destruction. Even if you killed someone, you'd find a scapegoat. Like... Annabelle Taylor?"

Peter suddenly laughed. "You know me so well. Pity..."

"Pity what?"

"Pity Alexander Hamilton was born with a silver spoon." He licked his lips. "With his resources and my brains, we could conquer the world."

Evelyn scoffed. "First, you overestimate yourself. Second, even with his wealth, I'd never ally with a demon."

"And Alexander's a saint?" Peter sneered. "He just puts on a good act for you."

She refused to engage. "Did you send Annabelle to harass my sister?"

"Don't pin every crime on me." He spread his hands. "What do I gain from your feud? It'd only make Alexander eliminate me faster."

Evelyn frowned. Logically, Peter had no motive.

Was it Annabelle's own doing?

A wave of nausea hit her. She pressed her temples.

"I'm leaving." She turned. "No money, and you won't dare kill me."

"Wait." Peter pointed into the distance. "See that car?"

A black sedan idled behind shrubs, two men in black standing guard.

"Alexander's bodyguards." Peter gritted his teeth. "They watch me 24/7—even at my mother's place! This is prison!"

Evelyn smirked. "If you hadn't targeted Emily Anderson, would you be in this mess?"

"My fault?" His voice rose hysterically. "You're the problem! Without you, would Alexander be hunting me? He could vanish me anytime!"

"Afraid of getting caught for your crimes?"

"Afraid of losing everything!" He advanced. "Today, you'll help me—"

Evelyn stepped back, hand reaching for her phone. "Not afraid to die?"

"Terrified! But more afraid of mediocrity!" Madness burned in his gaze. "Give me one chance from Alexander, and I'll prove my worth! If he wastes millions on incompetents, he owes me billions!"

She yanked out her phone—only for Peter to snatch it away.

"Ah!" He dragged her toward the roadside, her nails scraping deep grooves into tree bark.

"Let go!" She struggled. "Keep this up, and you'll rot in jail!"

"What's the difference now?" His face contorted. "Better to gamble than wait for death! Get Alexander to invest, and I'll rise again!"

Evelyn swung her purse at him. "Psycho!"

Peter took the blows, clamping onto her wrist. "Scream! Scream loud enough for the bodyguards!"

Her breath came in gasps. Black spots danced in her vision.

"Now!" His fingers tightened around her throat. "Or this time... you really will die."