Chapter 87

Evelyn glanced at the message before heading straight to the lounge without a second thought. At the exact moment she pushed open the door, Emily, who had passed out, was dumped unceremoniously into Room 404. Evelyn wasn't the type to play the saint when it came to Emily. Whatever happened next wasn't her business. Showing mercy to your enemies was no different than being cruel to yourself. She got that loud and clear, so she didn't feel the least bit sorry for Emily. If she hadn't been prepared tonight, everything Emily was about to go through would've hit her instead. Room 403 was set up like a game room. Julian, Sebastian, and Victor were already seated around a bridge table. "There you are! Come on, come on—we're one short," Victor waved when he saw Evelyn, tapping a tile against the table with a grin. Julian glanced toward Evelyn too, motioning for her to join. "Aiden's bridge addiction's kicking in again." Besides, the real drama next door had only just started, nothing juicy yet