Chapter 332

The warm water cascaded down Evelyn's body as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a plush towel.

A new dilemma presented itself as she reached for her clothes.

Summer's heat made turtlenecks impossible, and scarves were out of the question.

With limited options, Evelyn carefully applied concealer to the faint marks along her neckline.

The coverage wasn't perfect, but it would suffice unless someone examined her too closely.

Descending the staircase, Evelyn froze when Leonard's voice carried through the foyer.

"You and Evelyn certainly made the most of last night, didn't you?" Leonard chuckled knowingly.

Evelyn's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

She considered retreating when Winston's sharp eyes caught her movement.

"Good morning, Miss Hartley," he announced, drawing everyone's attention.

Nathan and Leonard both turned toward her with knowing smiles.

Evelyn couldn't meet their gazes.

"I'm running late for my shift," she blurted out.

Without waiting for a response, she practically fled through the front door.

Her personal vehicle remained at the Sterling estate, forcing her to accept the Grant family chauffeur's services.

As the car moved through the city streets, Evelyn's racing pulse gradually steadied.

Fragmented memories from the previous evening began surfacing.

While she'd consumed several cocktails at the Velvet Lounge, her alcohol tolerance was substantial.

The level of intoxication she'd experienced didn't add up.

A chilling realization dawned - someone must have tampered with her drink.

Cassandra and Julian Blake immediately came to mind as likely suspects.

But what could they possibly gain from such an act?

Determined to uncover the truth, Evelyn placed a call to her most trusted ally.

Gabriella Vega arrived at the hospital shortly after Evelyn, drawing blood with practiced efficiency.

"Any other unusual symptoms you've noticed?" Gabriella inquired while labeling the vials.

Evelyn shook her head, her mind already racing through possible scenarios.