Chapter 279

As George's face grew darker by the second, the smirk on Evelyn's lips only got more mocking. She spoke coolly, "My Uncle Franklin said you've got until today to return everything that belonged to my mom." "You got the lawyer's letter, right? You're out of options, so now you're here begging Grandpa." "Three hundred million?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her tone ice-cold. "You really think just three hundred million can make up for everything you blew through from Mom's estate?" Where did he get the nerve to even show up here? Thinking a few hundred million was enough to cover the mess he made? The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. And the more ridiculous it felt, the colder her stare at George became—like her gaze alone could cut him to pieces. Honestly, if murder weren't a crime, she'd have taken him out ages ago. The man was a waste of space. George could feel the chill coming off her in waves. He couldn't explain it. She used to be so easy to control, always w