Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 162

Lucinda chuckled and rose to her feet.

"Graham, you better not let me down."

Graham's laugh revealed a set of yellowed teeth, his murky eyes fixed on Lucinda.

"The job's easy enough, but the real trick is having the cash on time, Mrs. Schafer. If the money's late, my lips might just get a bit loose."

The smile vanished from Lucinda's face as if it had never been there.

"Graham, we've done business before. You know what I'm like. Spare me the threats and the shenanigans. I won't be bullied."

With that, she turned and strode out with her head held high.

Downstairs, in the car, Eveleen saw Lucinda approaching and quickly inquired, "How did it go?"

Lucinda let out a soft laugh. "That Graham is as dumb as he is greedy. But don't worry, he's got Natalia in a vice grip. As long as he's in the picture, she'll drop the lawsuit like a hot potato."

Eveleen exhaled with relief, then snorted dismissively, crumpling the subpoena in her hand and tossing it aside.

Lucinda's eyes darkened as she glanced at the crumpled paper. The subpoena had landed at the Schafer family's doorstep a couple of days ago. They never imagined that Natalia would have the guts to sue Eveleen, and what was more, to hire Caspian of all people.

Where did that little minx get the clout to engage someone of Caspian's stature?

Lucinda's expression soured, but after a moment, her eyes sparked with an idea.

"The best move is to get Hamilton on this. If he steps in, not even Caspian could refuse you. He might even help take down Natalia."

Eveleen's face fell further. Did Lucinda really think she hadn't considered Hamilton?

At dinner earlier that day, she'd broached the subject with Hamilton, but he hadn't bitten. Throughout their conversation, he only seemed interested in discussing cosmetic surgery.

Hamilton's recent aloofness was all too apparent. Even though he'd promised a lifetime of support, each favor asked was one less in the bank. And with Hamilton's current favoritism towards Natalia, Eveleen couldn't be sure he'd take her side.

So, she'd rather turn to Graham.

"I don't want to involve him," Eveleen replied, her voice tinged with irritation.

Natalia stared at her hung-up phone, her expression stormy. After a deep breath to calm herself, she dialed Alden's number.

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Silkwood City, screams echoed from within.

Hamilton's hands were wrapped in thick bandages, already stained a dark crimson. Blood spattered his face and clothes as he tugged at his collar, then produced a wickedly sharp dagger.

Another scream shattered the silence.

Alden, who stood by, turned a shade paler. Since arriving, Hamilton hadn't uttered a single word, venting his fury on Orpheus—waking him from unconsciousness only to torment him further.

The last time Alden had seen Hamilton like this was with Graham. Concern etched his features; this could turn fatal.

He was about to intervene when his phone rang. Seeing who it was, Alden's eyes lit up.

"Hamilton, Ms. Jenkins is calling me."

Hamilton, wrapping his bandaged hand, responded with a disinterested "Answer."

Alden put the call on speaker.

"Alden, could you find me a couple of bodyguards?"

Natalia's voice came through, prompting a cold laugh from Hamilton.

She'd rather ask Alden than him.

Hamilton's boot crashed into Orpheus's knee, the snap of breaking bone filled the air as Orpheus passed out once more.

Natalia, hearing the commotion over the phone, paused sharply.

"Alden, what's going on?"