Chapter 225

Evelyn Sinclair's gaze locked onto the middle-aged man's face. A strange sense of familiarity washed over her.

Memories sliced through the fog like lightning.

Her fingers clenched involuntarily.

"You know him, Evelyn?" Eleanor Kingsley grabbed her hand urgently.

Worry and fury swirled in the older woman's eyes.

Evelyn drew a deep breath.

The Kingsley family remained the one tie she couldn't sever.

"I've seen him before." Her voice came out hoarse. "At the airport months ago. He nearly ran me over."

Patriarch Kingsley slammed his palm on the table. "The same man?"

Understanding dawned on Evelyn instantly.

It was identical.

"Last time he drove a black van," she stated calmly.

Eleanor turned to Alexander Kingsley. "You confirmed this?"

Alexander's razor-sharp gaze swept the room before landing on Madeline Kingsley's ashen face.

"Let him speak for himself."

The middle-aged man trembled like a leaf. "I—I was paid—"

"Louder!" A police officer barked.

The driver flinched. "The Winslows! Their butler approached me—"

"The first time I couldn't bring myself to kill—"

"This time they threatened me—said they'd smuggle me abroad—"

"Which Winslow family?" The officer pressed.

"Winwell Ventures in Kingsbury!" The words tumbled out.

Madeline staggered, gripping the table edge.

Her nails dug crescent moons into her palms.

"See clearly now, Grandmother?" Alexander's voice could freeze hell.

Madeline's lips quivered. "Had I known she was this vicious—"

"Remember your vow." Alexander took a menacing step forward. "No more interference."

Madeline nodded weakly.

The scales had finally fallen from her eyes.

Behind Isabella Winslow's angelic smile lurked a viper's heart.

"I... understand..."

Frost crystallized in Alexander's eyes.

This was the final warning.

Next time—

Mercy would not be an option.