As Catherine's smirk widened, Evelyn's stomach churned with unease. This woman knew too much, and the casual way she spoke of the contract felt like a dagger twisting in her chest. Was Zevian truly so close to her that he'd confide in her about their marriage?
Evelyn straightened her spine, refusing to let her discomfort show. She couldn't—wouldn't—let Catherine see her crack, not when this woman dared to insult her in front of the entire house staff.
"Seems like you might need some lessons on how to lie better, Ms. Mallor." Evelyn clicked her tongue, offering a small, cutting smile. "Given your fame, I'm sure a few reputable theaters would love to teach you how to act better."
Avery, standing by her side, let out a sigh of relief. Even Agatha and the other discreetly listening staff couldn't help but beam with pride at how their madam countered the so-called home-wrecker with nothing but sharp words. They were proud to serve a woman with such strength and wit.
