BANG!
Once Evangeline stepped inside the dark murky storage room in the very back of the track and field, the door behind her closed with a loud bang!
It didn't take a genius to know that someone locked her from the outside.
*sigh . . .
It was the oldest trick in the book, yet she still fell for it.
It was not entirely her fault though. People cursed and spread rumors behind her back, but none dared to actually plot against her.
This was the first.
I wonder where they got the courage to do it. She thought.
Unknown to Evangeline, since she was preoccupied with Eric, she hadn't heard the latest rumors spreading that she fell from grace. That after she was abandoned by her father and used up all her wealth that her father supposedly gave her, she was now prostituting herself to older rich men for money to sustain her lavish lifestyle. And now that Daniel dumped her, she no longer had protection in school.
Not knowing that Evangeline owned forty percent of FROZEN's share and inherited a fortune from her mother.
It was never made public who were the company's shareholders. And since Robert Krisnov never announced it, not even the shareholders know that his daughter owned forty percent in the company.
Robert Krisnov also didn't know about the inheritance Emerald left for Evangeline. If he knew, he would scheme and plot nonstop to get his claws on those enormous amount of money.
And that was why Evangeline contented to hid her fortune. The less someone know, the more peaceful her life.
Evangeline did try to open the door.
Lock.
Just as she thought.
She glanced left and right, eyes searching for something that would help her amidst the dim lights shining from a small window above. She found the switch and pushed it to turn on the light so someone from the outside would notice and open the door.
But as she guessed again, the switch was not working. Or rather, someone removed the bulb from the ceiling.
RUMBLE!
RUMBLE!
She peered at the small awning window hang high above the wall. Even if she climbed it, she wouldn't fit. Specifically, her boobs and hips wouldn't fit.
She frowned at the thought that her figure, her pride and joy, would become a hindrance one day.
Forget it.
At worst, I'll just have to sleep the whole night here.
She laid the handkerchief she was still clutching on top of the piled tatami mats before sitting on it.
