Chapter 45 : The Fall Of A Queen
Rachel stormed through the hallway of Richard's estate, aggressively clicking her heels against the marble floor.
Her blood was boiling, lava of anger was flowing beneath her carefully maintained body.
Everything was crumbling around her—her control, her power, her son.
And it was all Diane's fault.
She threw open the door to Richard's office without knocking.
What she saw made her pause.
Richard was seated on the edge of his desk, his expensive suit slightly unbuttoned, a satisfied smirk was on his lips.
Kneeling before him, Evelyn.
Rachel's stomach twisted in disgust.
Evelyn's lipstick was smudged, her dress slightly ruined.
She looked up in horror, scrambling back the moment she saw Rachel.
"What the hell is this?!" Rachel's voice sliced through the room.
Richard turned lazily toward her, completely unbothered by being caught.
"What does it look like?"