Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife (Eveline)

Chapter 401

Chapter 401 401: I told you...he wouldn't win

As per Jedrick's orders, Eveline was ushered into the base without resistance.

No one dared to question her. No one dared to stop her.

Her face remained a perfect mask — blank, unreadable — but her mind was razor sharp, absorbing every detail: the cameras tucked into the corners, the silent nods exchanged between the guards, and the subtle way her guide kept his hand near his weapon.

Alone. Surrounded. But not defeated.

Every step she took echoed in her ears, syncing with the heavy pounding of her heart. She had crossed a threshold now, one where survival depended not on strength alone, but on nerve, on the ability to see one second ahead of her enemy.

She had challenged Jedrick, dared to turn the game against him.

And she knew exactly what that would cost her.

They led her up a narrow staircase, metal groaning underfoot, to a heavy door that loomed like the mouth of some ancient beast.

Without a word, her escort opened it, revealing a large room bathed in muted light.

And there he was.

Jedrick. Seated like a king on his throne, a cigar balanced between two fingers, the smoke curling around him like a living thing. His dark eyes gleamed with a twisted kind of amusement the moment he saw her.

"You seem... determined," Jedrick drawled, his voice thick and deceptively casual, rumbling through the space like a slow-moving storm.

Eveline stood her ground, forcing herself not to flinch as the door clanged shut behind her. Her gaze swept the room — no sign of her parents, not yet. Just Jedrick, lounging like a predator savoring the arrival of its prey.

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied her, the silence stretching dangerously thin.

There was something about her — the way she held herself — that made his skin crawl.

That stubborn set to her jaw.

The quiet fire in her eyes.

A flicker of memory flashed through him — Jonathan, younger, proud, and defiant.

The resemblance stabbed at Jedrick's gut, fueling the hatred that had festered for too long.

A cruel, low laugh rumbled from his chest, breaking the moment.

"You're just like him," he sneered, his lip curling. "Jonathan's spirit. His arrogance. Passed down like a disease."

Eveline tilted her head slightly, her voice calm but carrying an edge sharper than any blade.

"I am," she said quietly. "But I doubt you know me as well as you think, Uncle."

Her words hit harder than any scream, laced with a quiet promise:

You have no idea what I'm capable of.

Jedrick's smirk faltered, just for a second.

But it was enough.

that sliver of hesitation,

had stepped into the lion's den — but she wasn't the one who should be

of unease behind a slow, deliberate smile. He crushed the half-burnt cigar

he said, rising

"Or maybe just foolish."

didn't move as he approached. His presence was oppressive, designed to intimidate —

just another shadow she had to

feet away. His voice softened

Her silence was the sharpest weapon in the

expression darkened,

one," he sneered. "After everything

Eveline's response

better, Jedrick," she said, each word deliberate, razor-edged. "After

He stiffened.

she finished, tilting her head. "You lack the

curled back like a snarling dog. "You dare mock me when you came

said coolly. "You just assumed

like that, he

exterior, something shifted in the

Then—

blaring wail erupted as red lights pulsed

head toward the ceiling as

"What the—?" he barked.

a guard

in the west wing! The system's

And then, with absolute calm, she walked past

to face

died when he saw the monitors

His live feed.

The courtyard.

The hall.

The perimeter.

Bodies.

His men.

Lying motionless. Silent. Defeated.

his team,

ago, he was sure of his victory.

But now…

did you do?" he whispered, his voice trembling with

the chair, crossing her legs. She looked every

on fear, Jedrick," she said quietly. "But you

logic, but a

laced with venom, his eyes blazing like wildfire, ready to scorch

"I'd say I am,"

console with measured poise. Her fingers danced across the screen, switching the

Jedrick's breath caught.

the footage flicker—room after room filled with his guards lying unconscious. Not dead. Not bleeding. Just... down. Like

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