Chapter 65: Last Card
Evelyn couldn’t help but smirk at the woman’s confidence. Laila—no, Annabelle—was a master of her craft. She played her roles too well, almost like a chameleon slipping from one skin to the next.
"So you’re no longer Sophia’s pawn?" Evelyn asked with an amused lilt.
Annabelle chuckled, leaning back with a smugness that radiated her true self. "Pawn?" she scoffed. "She was my pawn. Do you really think I’d let myself be at her mercy? As a certified con artist, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t con her, too. Don’t you think?"
Evelyn raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed but not fully convinced. "So, the artist finally outplayed her employer?"
"As an artist, the price was tempting," Annabelle admitted, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "But stepping into your shoes? The luxury was far more tempting. That poor woman never stood a chance once I decided to betray her."
"That explains a lot." Evelyn’s smile was sharp as she leaned forward. "So, when’s the wedding?"
Annabelle’s eyes gleamed with amusement. She knew Evelyn had pieced it together—why she had gone to such lengths last night just to trap Vincent. Evelyn knew exactly why this woman was so desperate. Edmund had written his will, leaving half of his fortune to his grandson’s wife. The rest would go to his children once he left the family to pursue a peaceful life in Buddhism. Annabelle’s motive was clear. Sophia had been equally desperate, fearing the marriage would leave her at a disadvantage and snatch away William’s inheritance.
Annabelle didn’t miss a beat. "I just need to pull off the pregnancy act, and voilà, everything will be sealed." She waved her hand like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Consider this an advance invitation, Evelyn. Oh, and perhaps an opportunity. I could be your greatest ally if you want. I can confess everything and help you expose Sophia, but only after my marriage."
Evelyn nodded, but her gaze remained sharp. She couldn’t trust her. This woman had betrayed Sophia for a larger prize. Who’s to say she wouldn’t do the same to her?
"I’ll think about it."
"Great!" Annabelle’s smile was wide, but her eyes remained cold as she pulled out a pen. "Here’s my number. Call me when you’ve made up your mind." She scribbled it down on a tissue paper and slid it across the table. "And, Evelyn," she added as she stood to leave, "you should be thanking me."