The Queen Returns—And She's Unforgiving novel Chapter 67

It was 4:00 pm.

Outside, the sky was overcast, and a biting wind howled against the windows.

Evelyn's phone rang again. It was Deborah.

"Granny, what's wrong?"

Deborah rarely called during work hours unless something urgent had happened.

There was a pause before Deborah hesitantly said, "Evie, remember how I told you I was thinking about selling the house? I had it listed, but when you disagreed, I called the agency to cancel it. But just now, they called again, asking if they could bring a buyer over to view the property..."

She figured Evelyn should know about it. Evelyn's expression shifted slightly. So, that call earlier wasn't a scam.

"Granny, you don't have to worry about whether I have enough money. I'm working now, and my annual dividends won't be small. There's no need to sell the house. Just live there peacefully."

She knew Deborah had good intentions. Deborah was afraid she was being mistreated by the Grant family and wanted her to have something solid to hold onto.

Deborah hesitated before sighing. "But the buyer is insisting on a meeting... I don't understand why they're still pursuing it after I had the listing removed."

Evelyn rubbed her temples. "I'll go check it out. Don't worry about it."

Deborah sighed again but didn't press further.

She noticed that Evelyn had changed in the past few months. She was constantly buried in work, day and night. It worried her. She thought maybe her granddaughter was suffering in her marriage, so she figured selling the house and giving Evelyn the money might give her some security.

After all, material things meant little to her now. At her age, she didn't have many years left. But since Evelyn refused, she wouldn't force it.

...

Evelyn quickly gathered her things, called the agency back, and confirmed the meeting location before taking the subway there.

At the real estate office, a young agent greeted her with an eager smile. "Ms. Reed, the buyer is very wealthy! If you agree to sell, you'll make way above market value. You've got amazing luck!"

Lucas leaned back leisurely, his gaze slowly settling on her. His voice was casual, indifferent. "Have you got time to talk now?"

A sharp pain stabbed at her chest. So, this was why he had called earlier.

And beside him sat Tiffany, her expression composed as she scrolled through her phone. Across from them was Mason, who had been texting, but he looked up in amusement when he saw Evelyn.

Tiffany barely reacted. Mason, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Evelyn took a slow, steadying breath before stepping forward. "You're the ones trying to buy my grandmother's house?"

Mason shook his head as he said, "Nope, not me—her." He nodded toward Tiffany.

Tiffany had been searching for a house for Millie ever since they moved back because Millie's health wasn't that great. Out of all the options, Millie had fallen in love with this one. Tiffany, being the dutiful daughter, wanted to secure it for her.