Evander's POV
My patience was already hanging by a thread as the guards outside dared to keep me from entering my own mansion. But the sight of Claire at Gloria's feet? That was the final spark to the wildfire of anger I could barely contain.
I strode forward, scooping Claire into my warm embrace. Her trembling body pressed against mine, but her tears didn't cloud her sharp mind. She was playing her part well, drawing attention exactly where it was needed.
I turned to Gloria, my voice as cold as ice. "If you think for a second that you will get away with this, you are gravely mistaken," I said, my tone laced with a quiet danger that made even the guards flinch.
Claire's act was working. The ladies from the NGO were visibly uneasy, exchanging glances among themselves. One of them, probably the person in charge, stepped forward.
"Let's come inside and talk," she said, gesturing for us to follow.
