As soon as Evelyn slipped into the back seat, the door closing behind her with a soft click, Ryan twisted around from the driver's seat with worry stamped all over his face.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
Evelyn let out a breath, "I'm fine. Really. Let's go home." She added a tiny smile to convince him that she was alright.
However, the truth is, her anger toward Lana is boiling inside. She was busy thinking about countless plans to punish that bitch, Lana.
Ryan stared at her as if she had just told him the sky was green. He didn't believe her.
"Ma'am… I know that woman. She is your father's bitch mistress. Oops, sorry, ma'am. It slipped."
A small laugh escaped Evelyn before she could stop it.
"Don't apologize. The internet calls her that all the time. Honestly, she earned the title."
"What title?" Lisa asked as she adjusted her seatbelt beside Ryan.
