Chapter 250

"What did you say?"

"At Isabella's celebration banquet last night, she actually gave out forged signatures from Elia as gifts. She got caught red-handed—it was absolutely humiliating!"

Evelyn's grip on her phone tightened. She never expected Isabella would dare to forge her signature and shamelessly pass it off as genuine.

"That must have been awkward."

"Had I known it would be this entertaining, I would've gone to witness it myself."

Evelyn chuckled. "Is your work done?"

Silence filled the other end of the line.

Three seconds later, the call disconnected abruptly.

Evelyn tossed her phone onto the nightstand and turned off the light.

The Jacksons' drama had nothing to do with her.

The next morning, the doorbell rang urgently.

William stood outside, impeccably dressed in a suit but unable to hide the agitation in his eyes.

"Mr. Jackson, what brings you here?" Evelyn held her bag, her tone icy. "I have to get to the office."

William frowned, barely containing his temper. "I heard you divorced Ethan?"

"Yes."

"Since it's over, move back home. Not many knew about your marriage anyway. I’ll arrange suitable matches for you soon."

Evelyn’s pupils contracted slightly as she stared at him in disbelief.

"I’m not going back."

"Nonsense!" William raised his voice sharply. "You have no one to rely on now. Where else would you go?"

"The Jacksons were never my home." She enunciated each word. "My life is none of your concern."

William’s face darkened. "I’m doing this for your own good!"

"For my good, or for Jackson Group’s benefit?" Evelyn sneered. "Haven’t you schemed enough over the years?"

"You—"

"If you keep harassing me, I won’t hesitate to tell Victoria everything."

William paled instantly. "What do you know?"

Evelyn strode toward the elevator without another glance.

Even after her red sports car disappeared around the corner, William remained rooted in place, cold sweat trickling down his back.

There was no way she knew about that... Absolutely impossible!

In the conference room, Evelyn shut a folder with a cold expression.

Sophia followed her into the office.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." Evelyn massaged her temples. "Get to the point."

Sophia handed her a report. "The losses from that batch of substandard fabric exceed ten million."

"Have Legal draft an agreement to deduct it from his year-end dividends." Evelyn’s gaze sharpened. "Take it to the hospital and make him sign it."

"He might refuse."

"Then suspend him."

Before lunch, Simon kicked open the CEO’s office door.

Files slammed onto the desk.

"Evelyn Sullivan! What the hell is this?"

"You signed the approval, so you’re liable." She lifted her eyes, her stare cutting like a blade. "This company isn’t a charity."