Chapter 642 Absolutely Not Allowed
James and his assistant had just left the Devereux Villa. Eileen, determined to dig into James's background, discreetly hailed a cab and tailed him all the way to a swanky hotel downtown.
As James and his assistant got out and walked into the hotel, Eileen rolled down her window to get a good look at the ritzy place. Staying somewhere like this was definitely not for regular folks.
Plus, James did look a lot like Violet.
Could he be the guy in the photo?
While Eileen was lost in thought, the cab driver, noticing she hadn't gotten out, started to get impatient. "Ma'am, you getting out or what? If not, where to next? I got other fares waiting."
"Can you just wait a sec?" Eileen snapped back to reality, glaring at the driver. Ever since the Devereux family had hit rock bottom, her once lavish lifestyle had crumbled. No more personal drivers or bodyguards.
Even her husband and daughter had ended up in prison.
Thinking about her daughter suffering in jail made Eileen's heart ache. She had to get her daughter out.
And then there was Violet, that wretched woman.
Eileen silently cursed Violet with all her might. The driver, still annoyed, said, "Ma'am, do you know how much money I'm losing waiting for you?"
"It's just a few bucks. Do you have to be so cheap?" Eileen retorted sarcastically.
Her words only angered the driver further. "Cheap? If you're so loaded, why are you taking a cab? If you were really rolling in dough, you'd have your own driver. You're just as broke as I am. Now, get out of my cab. I don't need your business."
Who did she think she was, mocking him?
"You!" Eileen was left speechless. He was right, after all.
She was no longer the esteemed Mrs. Devereux.
Fuming but helpless, Eileen got out of the cab.
The driver sped off as soon as she was out.
Eileen stood at the entrance of the five-star hotel, seething for a moment before quickly heading inside.
James and his assistant were waiting by the elevator in the lobby.
Eileen glanced at them and hurried to the front desk. "Excuse me, can you leave a message for that gentleman over there?"
The receptionist followed her gaze to James.
Assuming Eileen knew James, the receptionist politely asked, "What message would you like to leave for him?"
Eileen gave a sinister smile. "Tell him he has until tomorrow to respond, or the Devereux family will burn Evelyn's urn."
With that, Eileen adjusted her hair and walked away confidently.
The receptionist was left in shock and disbelief.
An urn?
What kind of terrifying message was that?
Nevertheless, a message was a message. The receptionist noted it down and called James's suite when he returned.
She relayed Eileen's words verbatim.
After hanging up, James stood there, gripping the phone, his expression darkening.
He rarely got angry, usually only over business matters or disciplining his children.
But Evelyn was different.
The thought of them threatening to burn her urn was something he would never tolerate.
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