Chapter 8 - Evelyn Packs Her Bags In Total Disgrace And Shock
Realizing her luxurious lifestyle had just evaporated into thin air, Evelyn’s arrogance instantly melted into frantic panic.
She rushed toward the grand staircase, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood as she bolted up to her guest bedroom.
Ten minutes later, Evelyn came rushing back down the stairs dragging two oversized Louis Vuitton suitcases behind her.
“Daniel, pick up your phone and call your uncle in Boston! We are leaving this toxic house immediately!” Evelyn ordered shrilly.
Daniel sat frozen on the barstool, staring blankly at the floor, completely incapable of processing the catastrophic collapse of his life.
“Mother, Uncle Richard blocked my number last month when I asked him for a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency loan,” Daniel muttered numbly.
Evelyn stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the full horror of their ruin set in.
“You mean... we have no money?” Evelyn whispered, her voice cracking as she looked around the grand kitchen in sheer disbelief.
“We have nothing,” Elise answered plainly, walking over to the entryway door and pulling it wide open to let the cool night air in.
“Your Uber is waiting outside in the driveway, Evelyn. I ordered it twenty minutes ago using my corporate account,” Elise added politely.
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Evelyn glared at Elise with pure venom, grabbing the handles of her designer suitcases and storming out into the pouring rain.
“You will regret this day, Elise Vance! Karma will destroy everything you built!” Evelyn screamed from the porch before slamming the door.
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