Chapter 94

Chapter 94:
He slapped his hand hard against the steering wheel. “That idiot told our father I’ve been keeping a woman on the side! Said I’m dragging Evans Group into a fight with Brandon just because of her. I got chewed out like a kid.”
In short, Charles’ second brother, Oakley Evans, was also knee-deep in the mess. Like always, Oakley enjoyed causing trouble and waiting for Charles to make a mistake. It left Charles with no room to act openly. He had to move carefully, or Oakley would turn even the smallest thing into a scandal.
After dropping Millie off at the hospital, Charles tried to reassure her. He told her things would settle down, that Evans Entertainment was still under his control. As long as he stayed patient, things would work out eventually.
He just needed time to handle it all quietly.
Now, hearing that someone might have recorded the original live show, Millie was eager to get a copy to spare Charles some trouble.
She told Alexia her plan, and without hesitation, Alexia pulled out her phone to contact her friend.
Time passed quickly, and morning arrived before anyone realized.
The air smelled clean and sharp, washed by the rain from the night before. There was still the scent of wet earth and fresh grass outside.
That morning, Alexia dropped off breakfast for Millie, said a few quick words, and rushed off to work. Find the newest release on ⓝovelFind.net
Not long after, there was a knock at the door. Millie glanced up, expecting Alexia to have come back with the video. But instead, two police officers stepped inside.
A woman introduced herself as Officer Lynda Owen, with a man beside her who seemed to be her partner on the case.
“Sorry to bother you,” Lynda said.
Millie tried to get up from bed, but they quickly motioned for her to stay seated.
“We just wanted to follow up on the statement you gave us earlier. We’ve made some progress and have a few more questions,” Lynda said, her voice calm but serious.
Millie nodded and gave her full attention.
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“The black Santana that hit you—we found it,” Lynda said. “Turns out, it was a stolen vehicle. The driver was completely covered. Surveillance only picked up a person in disguise. No face, no details.” She paused, her tone darkening. “Whoever it was knew what they were doing. No trace left behind. No slip-ups. They avoided every camera.”
Lynda looked at her steadily. “This person could be a professional. We can’t rule out the possibility that it was a hired hit.”
She looked at Millie and said, “Take a moment and really think—have you ever gotten in someone’s way, someone who might still be holding onto it?”
Millie stiffened. A hired hit?
She heard the weight in Lynda’s voice and felt her mind drift, quietly pulling up memory after memory.
It was the first time anyone had tried to kill her so directly.
And the timing—it wasn’t random. It had to be tied to everything that was happening now.
Her mind immediately went to the divorce.
If that was the trigger, there were two people who came to mind—Brandon and Vivian.
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