When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 975

If Sebastian's theory held any weight, Lemira realized there had to be a larger, unseen player orchestrating things from the shadows.

Sebastian casually shifted the conversation. "Of course, this is purely hypothetical. Maybe Evelina's father genuinely saw the walls closing in. After racking up massive debts, perhaps his only remaining instinct was to secure a safety net for his only daughter. I hear she's currently pregnant with a Langston child?"

Lemira's mouth twitched in annoyance. "That's the official story, yes. But I have strong suspicions the baby isn't even a Langston. I haven't pressed the issue because I don't want to create unnecessary complications, and frankly, I don't care."

"Understood. That's a highly strategic move. Maintaining the status quo is the smart play."

Her mood, however, had rapidly soured. If there truly was a mastermind pulling the strings, who the hell was it?

Were there other accomplices involved in the accident?

Sebastian poured her a glass of water. "Don't spiral into paranoia just yet. These are just educated guesses. The priority is securing that evidence—once we have it, everything else will fall into place."

Lemira gave a firm, determined nod. "It's time I pay the old man a visit and collect on our deal."

Right now, Hale was firmly sticking to his story that Mrs. Amelia had paid for the hit, but without concrete proof, it was nothing but hearsay.

Sebastian checked his watch. "Alright, let's wrap this up. When you go to interrogate them, make sure I'm there. I am your legal counsel, after all."

"Fine."

Lemira was far too distracted by the swirling conspiracy to register the slight possessiveness in his tone.

They walked out of the restaurant together. "I'll drive you back," Sebastian offered.

"No need. I drove myself."

She clicked her key fob, and the headlights of her rugged SUV flashed to life.

"It's rare to see a woman driving something so aggressively masculine," Sebastian noted with a hint of surprise. His own sleek sports car was parked directly next to it.

Lemira glanced at his flashy ride and nodded approvingly. "That car definitely suits Attorney Bennett."

Flashy, arrogant, and screaming for attention.

Lucian was the first to speak. "What are you doing here? Do you want me to have the kitchen whip something up?"

Ignoring him, Lemira marched straight into the foyer. "Where is Evelina?"

"She's in the dining room. Why?"

"Business."

She shot a sharp look at Lucian. "You know what terms Hale demanded, yet he still hasn't handed over the evidence. It's time for Evelina to earn her keep."

With that, she strode into the dining room where Evelina was seated.

Evelina instantly tensed, looking like a cornered animal. "I... I'll try my best. But if he's playing us, there's nothing I can do."

A dark smirk curled Lemira's lips. She stepped forward, harshly gripping Evelina's chin. "Did you really think you could just coast by on empty promises? You only get to live a life of luxury in this house if you deliver that evidence. If you fail..."

"What happens if I fail? I'm carrying a Langston heir!"