Chapter 812

Evelina felt uneasy, a lingering suspicion gnawing at her that Lemira was deceiving her. But she had no proof. Right now, members of the Langston family were watching her so closely that she wasn’t even allowed her phone.

“At the very least, you should remember what he generally looks like,” Lemira said.

She turned to Asher and Lucian. “Get someone here to do a drawing.”

Lucian nodded. “I know an art professor-we can have her come.”

Lemira looked back at Evelina. “Whether we get a drawing of your father depends on your cooperation.”

“What do you mean by that?” Evelina asked.

“If the portrait ends up resembling your father, it means you’ve been truthful. But if the drawing looks nothing like him, it shows you lied-and that you’ve been working with him all along.”

Lemira fixed her eyes on Evelina, sharp and scrutinizing.

The “two-faced” girl was visibly shaken, a guilty look crossing her face.

At that moment, Asher suddenly turned to Lemira. “Did you already catch Evelina’s father? Are you just trying to test her?”

Lemira’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. “Why don’t you guess?”

Asher frowned. “Lemira, this isn’t the time for games.”

Evelina’s eyes widened in alarm when she heard this. Was this woman really setting

a trap for her? If she’d tried to lie just now, wouldn’t she have given herself away? How vicious!

But Lemira just said, “If you’ve done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear. We’ll see where Evelina stands.”

She deliberately kept her gaze on Evelina, making sure the “two-faced” girl couldn’t guess whether her father was already in their hands.

Evelina was at a loss.

If her father wasn’t in Lemira’s custody and she gave a detailed description, wouldn’t she just be helping Lemira find him?

Evelina could only look to Evander for help. “Evander, I—”

“Enough. Get the sketch done. I want to see for myself whose side you’re really on,” Evander interrupted sternly.

His tone was more forceful than Evelina had ever heard before.

Even Lemira raised an eyebrow at Evander, Surprised by his firmness. But Evander

dever thought like most

people did she couldn’t let her

guard down.

Still, she had to admit: she should thank Evander for providing her with this excellent opportunity.

Soon, the sketch artist Lucian invited arrived.

Lemira told Evelina, “You describe. She’ll draw.”

Evelina, though reluctant, knew there was no escaping this time.

Lemira stood by, observing closely. Evander fèmained at Evelina’s side, eyes burning with intensity as the face of that hated men appeared on the page-his enemy, the source of so much pain.

It made sense-if Evelina’s father hadn’t accepted a bribe and gotten their parents killed, the tangston family wouldn’t have faced so much hardship, and Evander wouldn’t have been targeted and lost his leg.

Evander must hate Evelina’s father deeply. That explained his urgency to see the man’s face.

Lemira quietly watched the scene unfold.

Lucian sidled up to her and whispered, “Lemmy, be honest-did you really catch the driver?”

Lemira looked up and saw Asher nearby, also listening closely.

She responded calmly, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Asher couldn’t help but interject, “You really don’t have to do all this. We trust you now. We all know what Evelina is like.”

Lucian nodded. “Yeah, Lemmy, there’s no need to go to such lengths just to expose her in front of us.”

Lemira looked at them with open scorn. “Don’t flatter yourselves. It’s not like you haven’t been blind to her for ages. Why would I bother?”

Asher and Lucian fell silent immediately.

An hour later, the portrait of Evelina’s father was finally finished.

Lemira took the drawing, looked it over, and then fixed her gaze on Evelina. “Are

you sure this is what he looks like? You’re not lying, right?”