Chapter 237

Evelyn's fingers tightened around her phone, her knuckles turning white.

"I understand. Handle the current tasks first. The funds will arrive within three days."

After hanging up, she opened her banking app. The 55 million Ethan had refused still sat untouched in her account.

MY Fashion Group needed 100 million to survive this crisis, but at least 200 million for a full recovery. Staring at the cold numbers on the screen, her brow furrowed.

The villa she'd received in the divorce settlement remained unsold. She needed another solution.

She dialed Vanessa Cruz.

"How much liquid capital does JM Couture have?"

Keyboard clicks sounded through the phone.

"Boss, we currently have 30 million available."

"Transfer 20 million to my account."

After ending the call, Evelyn retrieved a black embossed card from the depths of her safe, her fingers tracing its surface.

In the bank's VIP lounge, the manager personally served her tea.

"Miss Sullivan, how much would you like to withdraw?"

"125 million."

When the transfer confirmation chimed, the manager discreetly stepped out to make a call.

With the funds secured, Evelyn arranged to meet Sophia Reynolds at the hospital.

The hospital door stood slightly ajar, Simon Reynolds' booming voice carrying through.

"What's the company's status?"

Evelyn pushed the door open with a cold laugh.

"Since you're so concerned about the company, Director Reynolds, why not return and see for yourself?"

Simon hastily lowered his crossed legs from the hospital bed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"P-President Sullivan! What brings you here?"

"I heard you were gravely ill and came to check on you." Evelyn's gaze sharpened like a blade. "But illness doesn't absolve responsibility."

Simon's face darkened. "What do you mean?"

"Premium fabric prices on the purchase orders, yet substandard materials delivered. Who pocketed the difference?" Evelyn turned to Sophia. "Show him the evidence."

Sophia slammed a file onto the hospital bed. "This is embezzlement, Uncle!"

Simon skimmed the documents and suddenly laughed. "You think this proves anything?"