Upon reaching this point, Evelyn Clayton knew it was time to get to the point. "Let’s talk about the tea later." Evelyn smiled graciously and calmly, "You asked me here today, is there something you want?" Yvette Warren’s lips curled up, "Can’t it just be for a cup of tea? And maybe to inquire about my grandniece, she’s awake by now, right?" Evelyn Clayton’s hand tightened slightly. Yvette Warren really does know everything. Seeing her , it seemed that if there weren’t some remnants of apprehension, fearing that she’d truly provoke her, she might have openly stated she was surveilling her. Suppressing her anger, Evelyn said calmly, "Yes, she’s awake, thank you for your concern." Yvette glanced at Evelyn and chuckled lightly, "What, you don’t seem too happy? Think I had someone watching you?" Seeing her mention it so candidly, Evelyn decided not to pretend anymore. "So, you really did have someone watching me?" Evelyn’s expression turned slightly cold, "I don’t understand your purpose in doing this." Yvette picked up the purple clay cup in front of her, took a light sip, and casually said, "If I didn’t have someone following you, I’m afraid Arthur Chandler would have found your trace a long time ago." Evelyn’s pupils quaked slightly. Yvette leisurely looked at Evelyn, the amusement in her eyes fading. "That’s right, I’ve had someone following you all along. But it was with Pauline’s permission, she knows about this too. Otherwise, do you think the Sinclair Family alone could have protected you for so long?" Evelyn Clayton’s hand tightened slightly. She wanted to ask how long Arthur Chandler had been suspicious of her identity, but felt it might only expose herself. So Evelyn decided to play dumb, raising her eyebrows slightly, her voice cold, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about." "Arthur Chandler’s little killings and other shady dealings, I’m well aware of." Yvette threw another bombshell. The hand Evelyn had hidden in her sleeve almost started to tremble. A hint of red surfaced in her eyes, "Are you saying—" "That’s right, killings and shady dealings—these things are just the tip of the iceberg of Arthur Chandler’s sins. They’re nothing." Yvette raised an eyebrow slightly, "What, still playing dumb with me?" Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Evelyn’s sharp nails dug into her flesh; she still couldn’t easily trust. Evelyn then said each word clearly, "What do you want me to do? What does all of this have to do with me?" "Let’s talk about something that does concern you." Yvette seemed to have a lot of patience, even slightly bending her eyes, showing a rather friendly smile, "My grandniece got hurt, what do you think happened?" Evelyn’s hand started to tremble; she maintained the last bit of composure, speaking each word deliberately, "It was an accident." "Oh really?" Yvette raised an eyebrow and chuckled, then called her name in the next second, "Evelyn Clayton, are you more naive than your father?" Evelyn abruptly stood up. She lowered her gaze at Yvette, her feelings uncertain, whether hatred or something else, staring intently at Yvette. "Calm down, sit back down first." Yvette raised her gaze, remaining calm and casual, "If you don’t believe me, fine, whether you’re suspicious or not, I’ll tell you one thing—besides me, there is no one else who can help you overthrow Arthur Chandler." Evelyn slowly sat back down. Their conversation had finally cleared the fog, Evelyn speaking one word at a time, "You say you can help me, how can you prove it? You and he are spouses; you and I, at best, are distant so-called relatives." "How can I trust you?"