She hadn’t expected Abel to question her in such a straightforward manner. It caught her off guard.

“Why are you so nervous, Ms. Evelyn?” Abel sounded murderous.

“I…”

Evelyn scrambled to right her posture. “Of course I am. Emma is my friend. Why wouldn’t I be worried?”

“I don’t think that’s all. You seem…afraid.” He watched her intently. “Scared that I found something out?”

“Mr. Abel.” She got up from the couch. “What’s going on here? Are you suspecting me of trying to hurt Emmeline?”

“You’re honest.” He smiled coldly. “You were the only outsider who knew Janie was in Falmouth.”

“I only heard Emmeline mention it in passing,” she argued. “What does Janie being in Falmouth have anything to do with me?”

“You used it as an excuse to get Emma there and orchestrated an accident!”

“Is Emmeline that gullible?” She sounded flustered. “How could I fool her?”

“Emma attaches great importance to Janie. She’s currently looking for her. It’s an exploitable weakness!”

“…Mr. Abel!”

Evelyn caved and began to cry. “Why are you accusing me of this for no reason? What evidence do you have to prove that I did this? Do you really think I’m actually capable of something like that? Orchestrating an accident? You think too highly of me. I feel so sad…”

“You have a motive,” he said. “You kept plotting against her a while ago. You’ve done quite a bit. Aren’t you waiting for an opportunity to take revenge?”

“…”

“You tried to drug her and cause a scandal. You’re telling me you wouldn’t hire someone to cause an accident?”

“Mr. Abel!” She cried. “You’ve got the wrong person. It isn’t difficult to drug someone but I don’t have the means to cause a car accident!”

“I need you to be honest and tell me who the hell is backing you up?” His voice was stern. “I don’t think you’re the only person behind this.”

“I didn’t do it,” she wailed. “Why are you treating me like this?! I’m still a daughter of the Murphy family!”

“Hah! I don’t care who you are. Lay a hand on Emma and I’ll see you dead even if you’re the ruler of heaven itself.”

“I didn’t do it, Mr. Abel.” She wiped her tears. “This is a misunderstanding. Believe me.”

“I don’t believe a word you say! What I need now is evidence!

His voice was cold. “You’re here today because I wanted to give you a warning. Play games with me and you’re dead!”

Her cries immediately stopped.

Alana had warned her about this.

Abel was a devil from hell.

Anyone who crossed him would wish they were dead rather than alive.

She hadn’t believed a word she said but now fear struck her.

What was Abel going to do with her if he found out she was the one behind the accident?

Was he going to sever her fingers just like Alana?

“Huh?” She panted and trembled.

“I didn’t try to harm Emmeline, Mr. Abel. It wasn’t me!” She argued feebly.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of you. Get out.” He scoffed. “Warn your partner to watch his back!”

Evelyn sucked in a breath. “Please, I didn’t…”

“Get out!” He growled. “Once I get my hands on the evidence, you aren’t going to be so lucky!”

The man behind the executive desk looked murderous.

She shut her mouth and scurried out of the office.

Abel then called Adam.

Adam was surprised to see Abel calling him.

It was rare for Abel to call him.

He had a feeling it wasn’t for anything good.

Adam couldn’t help but admit to himself that he was somewhat afraid of him.

That man was ruthless enough to commit murder without blinking an eye.

“Abel?” Adam picked up the call. “Did you need something from me?”

“I’m bored,” Abel said languidly. “Why don’t we go get a drink?”