Chapter 1168: Ridiculous
Evelyn was already making a beeline for the villa, not wasting any time.
Howard hustled to keep up. With Blake already in hot water, he couldn't let anything happen to Evelyn too.
They knocked, and soon enough, someone answered. The guy looked them up and down, frowning. "Who the hell are you? What do you want?"
In Seabrook City, everyone knew this was Calderon turf. Nobody messed around here. These two? Definitely not locals.
"I'm here to see the head honcho of the Calderon family," Evelyn said, straight to the point.
The young guy sneered, "And who do you think you are? You can't just waltz in and see the boss."
Evelyn cut him off. She knew the Calderons would be curious about her.
When she dropped Bella's name, the guy's face changed. Bella was a no-go topic in the family, erased from their history for decades. Now, her daughter was bringing her up.
The young guy didn't want to make the call himself. He said he'd report it and vanished.
Evelyn waited at the door, cool as a cucumber.
"Ms. Kyte, you think they'll see you?" Howard asked, jittery.
Evelyn glanced at the door, calm as ever. "They will. After all these years, they gotta be curious."
And curious they were. They thought Bella's daughter was long gone. Now she was here, alive and kicking. Was she here for some kind of payback for Bella?
But Bella was ancient history to the Calderons. What kind of justice could she be after?
"Mr. Calderon, will you see her?" a servant asked.
Timothy Calderon paused, looking at his wife, Constance, for her take.
Constance was quiet for a bit, then said, "Let her in."
The servant left, and Timothy turned to Constance. "Why do you think she's here now?"
"What else? It's about Bella," Constance said, like she was talking about a stranger.
Timothy felt the same, even showing a bit of disdain at Bella's name.
"Whatever her reason, it's no biggie. The Kyte family is nothing compared to us," Constance said.
Timothy nodded.
Evelyn was soon led into the hall, where Timothy and Constance sat. Clearly, her grandparents. Not that she'd ever acknowledge them.
"Mr. Calderon, Mrs. Calderon," Evelyn greeted, polite but distant.
The two exchanged a look. Constance was shocked by how much Evelyn looked like Bella, like seeing a ghost.
Timothy noticed too but kept his cool. "What brings you here?" he asked coldly.
"I want to know where my father is," Evelyn said, no beating around the bush.
Timothy and Constance were puzzled, then sneered. "You're looking for your father? That's a joke!"
"Joke? I don't think so," Evelyn shot back, eyes locked on Timothy. "My father was searching for my mother. Just when he was about to find something, he vanished. Mr. Calderon, who do you think took him?"
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