The Queen Returns—And She's Unforgiving novel Chapter 104

"If you're not happy about it, you can always bring your husband here and have him fight for it." Flynn sneered.

He had been genuinely surprised when Evelyn got married.

Back then, he had a good impression of her. She was beautiful, calm, and composed. He had always thought she was a woman of substance and independent thinking. But then, out of nowhere, she got married.

Worse yet, she willingly gave up her career to become a housewife. Now she spent her days juggling men and kitchen duties. It felt like she had completely given up on herself.

From that point on, Flynn's admiration for her turned into disdain. As it turned out, she was no different from all those other women.

She was nothing like Tiffany—highly educated, capable, and independent, never relying on a man. But Evelyn couldn't care less about Flynn's opinion.

Still, it felt ironic. Her husband? Wasn't he standing right there, doting on another woman?

Just then, Justine came down from the fourth floor. She saw Flynn trying to provoke Evelyn again and stormed over. "What's your problem now?"

Evelyn held her hand and finally gave Flynn a cold glance. "We don't have any personal ties, Mr. Scott. So please, stay out of my business—it doesn't concern you."

She wasn't someone to be pushed around. She just chose to be courteous when appropriate. But if someone crossed the line, she wouldn't tolerate it.

Flynn froze. He didn't expect the usually mild-tempered Evelyn to be so blunt. For a moment, he didn't even know how to react.

When he finally did, his expression turned even more disdainful. It was as he expected. Compared to Tiffany, Evelyn really lacked grace. She couldn't even handle a single honest remark and was just deluding herself, as usual.

Later, Evelyn went to the restroom to gather her thoughts. Just as she was about to enter, a figure appeared behind her, blocking most of the light.

She looked up and locked eyes with Lucas. He glanced at her, noticed her calm expression, and walked over to wash his hands.

After drying them off, he turned to leave. Evelyn instinctively called out, "Wait, I—"

Before she could finish, her foot slipped on a lipstick someone had dropped. She lost her balance and fell toward him. She thought for sure he would let her fall.

But Lucas reached out and caught her firmly in his hands. He held her without hesitation and didn't let go right away.

He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. He said indifferently, "Throwing yourself at me won't help. I'm still not giving you the painting."