Filed To Story: Watch Out! She's a Mastermind Heiress (Isabella Patton) Book PDF Free
“Evita, are you still tied up? The hospital has given us an ultimatum. If we don’t settle the bills, I won’t be able to hang on much longer.”
Her mother’s next message arrived. “If you see this, please reply. Please…”
As she read the messages, a wave of sadness and despair washed over Evita. But then, her thoughts turned to the memories of her once privileged life.
Sacrificing her mother was the price to pay for her and her father’s resurgence.
When her mother was in prison, her father could arrange things for her, and her mother wouldn’t suffer too much—it would be like receiving special treatment.
Her mother had always supported her choices and loved her deeply. Surely, this time, she would understand as well.
With a final glance at the screen, Evita powered off her phone, flagged down a taxi, and told the driver to head for Morphew Group.
Months earlier, a high-ranking official with the surname Gordon had been reported, sparking an investigation that dragged several others into the spotlight.
Among them, the head of the Morphew Group was rumored to be involved.
However, there was no solid evidence to link him to any illegal dealings, and the investigation couldn’t move forward. Even so, the scandal had rocked Myles and caused quite a stir.
Myles had kept a low profile during this time, careful not to make any missteps. So when the secretary brought in the handbag, it caught him off guard.
He quickly closed it, masking his reaction, and asked with feigned calmness, “Who did you say sent this?”
The secretary lowered her head as she answered, “A young lady wearing a mask. She said you’d want to meet her once you saw what she brought. Should I bring her in?”
The secretary was skeptical— a handbag alone wouldn’t be enough to convince her boss to meet anyone.
Myles was never one to be easily swayed by such trivial gestures.
However, he didn’t say no right away. Instead, he picked up his cup and took a sip, trying to hide the confusion in his eyes.
Surprised, the secretary glanced up at him, unsure of what to make of his response.
Myles laughed softly and said, “Why would I meet her? She isn’t even associated with our business. You are only a secretary. Don’t concern yourself with these matters. Please fetch the valuation report for the plot in the north, and prepare for an onsite inspection.”
“Yes, Mr. Morphew.” The secretary turned to leave, then paused.
Myles inquired, “Is there something else you need?”
The secretary respectfully asked, “What should we do with this handbag?”
Myles dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand. “Later, hand it over to that lady. I’ll straighten things up here; you go grab the report.”
The secretary quickly exited the office, and as the door shut, Myles sprang to his feet.
He strode over to the shelf in his office, unlocked a cabinet, punched in a code, and retrieved an envelope from a safe.
The handbag from Evita contained $100,001.
This specific amount was a secret signal previously agreed upon with someone. With the signal now used, it was no longer safe to keep this envelope here.
Myles slipped the envelope into the handbag, straightened his tie and jacket, and awaited the secretary’s return.
In the lobby of Morphew Group, Evita lingered, feeling far less confident than she appeared.
Her past confrontations with Isabella had all ended in her defeat, leaving a mark of failure that seemed permanently inscribed above her.
Having gambled everything, Evita couldn’t bear to contemplate what failure might bring this time.
“Ding—“
The elevator’s arrival cut through her worries.
Glancing up, she saw Myles with his secretary, the same Myles she had previously encountered.
“Mr. Morphew,” she said, hope flickering in her eyes as she moved toward him.
“Young lady.” Myles cut her off sharply.
Despite the kind and gentle demeanor Evita remembered, his actions betrayed no recognition.
Myles replied, “You’re still young. It’s best to live an honest life. Here, take this back.”
He motioned to his secretary, who swiftly handed the handbag to Evita, making it seem as though Myles hadn’t even touched it.
Uncertainty gripped Evita’s heart. Was she about to lose her last chance?
She yearned to hint at something more, but as her gaze passed the secretary and landed on Myles, her pupils widened in surprise for a moment.
With a nod and a smile, Myles acknowledged her.
Stunned briefly, Evita quickly looked down.
Taking the handbag from the secretary, she said, “I understand. It won’t happen again.”
“It’s good that you understand,” Myles replied warmly, then exited the lobby, his secretary following closely.
After they left, Evita moved to a surveillance-free area and stopped.
Inside the handbag, the money was as she left it, but an envelope had been added among the bills.
As she touched the envelope, she felt what seemed to be paper and a ring.
Carefully, she placed the envelope back and hurried off to the hospital to visit her ailing mother.
In the meeting room of Timeless Elegance, investments from Patton Group and Homelight Enterprise had allowed the company to expand its premises and increase its staff.
The partnership with Marcus had energized preparations for this year’s highly anticipated fashion show, which Luka was taking with utmost seriousness.
Together with Isabella, they had opted to start organizing the event a whole month earlier.
On this day, Isabella joined Luka to finalize the selection of models for the show.
Previously, when Timeless Elegance was caught in a scandal, Isabella had assured Lila of a spot in the show, leading to her presence there today.
Lila, who was quite talented, sat in the waiting area. She watched other models audition while she awaited her turn to sign the contract.
As she waited, Lila found herself frequently looking over at Isabella.
Her impressions of Isabella, shaped both by rumors and her direct experiences, confirmed her belief in Isabella’s integrity.
Previously, Evita had viewed Isabella as a competitor, but now, she found herself ostracized by Andrew across the city. Lila wondered if Isabella was aware of Evita’s situation.
Internally, Lila sighed and diverted her gaze.
Earlier today, she had come across several job openings suitable for Evita, but they were challenging and came with few benefits.
Considering Rosalyn was still hospitalized, the thought of Evita facing financial instability troubled her.
Lila’s train of thought was interrupted by her ringing phone.
Startled, she answered, finding it coincidental. She had just been thinking of Rosalyn, who was now on the other end of the line.
“Hello, Mrs. Gordon, this is Lila.” Lila, careful not to intrude on the ongoing bustle around her, stepped aside with her phone pressed to her ear. “Why are you calling me?”
Lila and Evita had been inseparable since they were kids. She could still recall her very first visit to Evita’s house—Rosalyn had greeted her warmly and even gifted her a dainty pen as a token of welcome.
As time went on and Rosalyn learned about Lila’s difficult family situation, she stepped in to help on numerous occasions. Every single year, without fail, Rosalyn prepared a thoughtful gift for Lila’s birthday.