Chapter 162

"Evelyn Thorne! What kind of game are you playing?" Dominic Blackwood's voice was ice-cold.

Evelyn froze. What did he mean by game?

Then it clicked. He was talking about Thornfield Tower.

"You're offering it to me for just forty million dors?" she shot back.

"I don’t need your pity!"

Dominic’s expression darkened, his brows knitting together in frustration.

It was clear now—their relationship was beyond repair.

Dominic had bought the tower intending to gift it to Evelyn back when they were inseparable.

He never planned to profit from Thornfield Industries.

Forty million dors was practically a steal. There was no reason to spoil her with gifts anymore.

And Evelyn would never accept one from him now.

"Fine. We’ll go by market price then," Dominic said, his throat tight. "You don’t need my sympathy, and I don’t need your charity!"

"Good! Transfer the difference back to me—now!" Evelyn gripped her phone so hard her knuckles turned white.

Dominic exhaled sharply. He had nothing left to say and ended the call.

Within minutes, twenty million dors appeared in Evelyn’s account.

Staring at the numbers on her screen, tears pricked her eyes. The clean break she thought they had was now a mess.

He was a rose with thorns—but so was she.

She had considered telling Dominic about Sophia. But this call proved exactly how little he trusted her.

Fine. Good luck finding Sophia on your own.

Evelyn collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She felt trapped—and it was all Henry’s fault. He just had to bring that woman home.

She thought she was finally free after the divorce, yet Sophia was now sleeping soundly in her daughter’s bed.

It was like she kept sinking deeper into the same quicksand.

Even if she sent Sophia back now, Dominic would probably accuse her of kidnapping.

Evelyn buried herself under the sheets, drowning in frustration.

A moment later, her phone rang, yanking her back to reality.

With a sigh, she grabbed it.

"Evelyn, I saw that woman Dominic was with!" Sophie Mercer’s voice was a mix of shock and fury. "Dominic Blackwood is heartless! How could he do this to you?"

"We finalized the divorce today." Evelyn rubbed her temples, exhaustion creeping in. "How did you even hear about this?"

"His company posted a missing person notice. They’re offering one hundred twenty million dors for any leads on a woman named Sophia."

Sophie was practically hyperventilating. "And if someone finds her? Two hundred forty million dors. The internet is losing it over this!"

She barely paused for breath. "Evelyn, no wonder you fell for him. I asked Adrian, and he’s never even heard of this Sophia person."

Evelyn’s heart was numb.

She felt nothing.

"Sophie, I’m furious," her friend ranted. "Two hundred forty million just to find her? She must mean everything to him."

Evelyn exhaled. "What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. That’s your response?" Sophie huffed.

Evelyn forced a weak laugh. "What else do you want me to say? We’re already divorced."