Chapter 145: Burn Her Alive
Evelyn was quickly moved back to Vespera, with Rita following right behind her. The crowd at the airport was large, even larger than even a celebrity would attract for their arrival.
The police officers rushed forward to form a barrier around Evelyn and Rita. One of the chiefs stepped forward to thank the officers from Montedoro City.
"We will take care from here! Thanks for your help!" the middle-aged chief greeted them, his expression grim as they neared the exit gate. The crowd was vast, and even with a team of twenty trained officers, it looked like the culprit might face severe, rage-filled reactions.
Matteo’s face paled as he saw the crowd barking like dogs. Officers and large metal gates blocked them, which he assumed was arranged by Zevian since no culprit would be welcomed with such protection. He glared at Rita behind him—he’d accompanied them specifically because of this reckless raccoon, also his ex. She had been through enough trouble already and he didn’t want her breaking records in a foreign city, too.
"We’ll follow you to the station," Matteo replied in English, his accent making Rita stifle a chuckle. It was always amusing to hear him speak in other languages, and though the situation wasn’t ideal, she couldn’t miss the chance to laugh in his face. After all, he deserved it for dumping her.
Dravin gladly accepted the offer with a nod. With ten more officers, they could shield Mrs. Reign; there had been strict warnings from the heads of their department to bring her safely. She was treasured by two prominent figures in their city: politician Theodore Cartwell and the formidable past ruler of the construction industry, Jonathan Reign. And then there was the ruthless rising prince, Zevian Reign, who could sue all of them if his darling wife wasn’t well protected.
The officers quickly circled around Evelyn, guiding her toward the airport exit. Rita held onto her Madam’s shoulders, one arm protecting her at the front so she wouldn’t get squeezed in the mess.
Evelyn’s heart climbed into her throat as they walked through the glass doors. People cursed, screamed, and wailed for the dead daughter of the Wright family—who in fact had never existed. She couldn’t understand why no one had told William, not even Eli. If he’d been informed, she would have received a call telling her not to worry. Or was she expecting too much from him again? After all, she still wasn’t his real daughter.
"You should die, bitch!" someone shouted from the crowd, and Evelyn recognized the voice. It was all too familiar, a refrain she’d heard since Gracia’s death.
The man had cornered her, nearly killing her, at Gracia’s funeral when she was barely six. Luckily, her grandmother hadn’t completely ignored her, unlike everyone else that day, and her bodyguards had come to the rescue. But the man had continued to hurl abuse at every chance he got, though he was old enough to retire now. Evelyn recalled he was also at AWE’s anniversary party. She couldn’t decide if he worshipped her mother that much or was just another puppet under Sophia’s control all these years.
"Yes! We should bury her alive!" the crowd continued, their voices seething as she was escorted toward the police van.