Chapter 348

"Where's my phone?" Evelyn demanded, her sharp gaze sweeping across the three men in the room.

Without it, she couldn't respond to DR Holdings' letter—or call Alexander Kensington back.

Even if he didn’t know what had happened to her, surely he’d be worried if she suddenly went silent, wouldn’t he?

Dmitri Sokolov pressed his lips together. "I don’t know."

"Hmm?"

A cold, threatening sound escaped her lips as her eyes narrowed on him.

He didn’t seem to be lying. Evelyn shifted her attention to Ivan Volkov, but after a brief glance at his face, she dismissed him and crouched directly in front of Viktor Petrov.

"Tell me," she said, voice deceptively soft. "Where’s my phone?"

Viktor met her gaze but remained silent. He had been paralyzed for too long—unable to move, unable to speak.

The only thing he could do was roll his eyes.

Pathetic.

They had all heard rumors about the forbidden kickboxing techniques, but none of them had ever witnessed it firsthand.

Until today.

And to think they had been bested by a woman like Evelyn Carter.

"Oh, right," she murmured, tilting her head. "You’re still frozen."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Come on, Viktor. Where’s my phone? And my assistant’s?"

Viktor’s lips twisted into a grotesque grin. "It’s broken."

"Broken?"

Evelyn smiled back at him—sweet, innocent, chilling.

Then, in a flash of movement, the knife in her hand plunged straight through his palm, pinning it to the floor.

Blood pooled beneath him.

Viktor howled.

"Was this the hand that broke my phone?" she asked, her voice light, as if discussing the weather.

She twisted the dagger slightly.

"Or did I get it wrong? Should I try the other one?"

With a swift yank, she pulled the blade free.

Viktor gasped, his face contorted in pain. "I’ll kill you!" he snarled. "I swear, I’ll kill you!"

Evelyn laughed. "You’d have to move first."

She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over his ear. "One last chance. Where. Is. My. Phone?"

"It really is broken," Ivan blurted out, his single eye wide with fear.

Evelyn turned her head slowly, fixing him with a stare that made his blood run cold.

"I—I was worried about tracking," he stammered. "So I smashed it on the road. Threw it away. It’s gone."

Silence.

Evelyn exhaled slowly, twirling the bloodied dagger between her fingers. Then, with deliberate steps, she approached Ivan.

"You smashed it?"

Her voice was eerily calm.

She tilted her head, studying him like a predator examining prey. Her face was angelic, but her eyes—those were the eyes of a demon.

"I—I can get you a new one," Ivan offered weakly.

"A new one?"

Her laugh was sharp, mocking. "And what about my data? Should I take your hands as compensation?"

Before she could act, the sound of an approaching car echoed from downstairs.

All three men tensed, their eyes darting toward the door.

Evelyn smirked.

"Looks like you’re about to have company."

None of them dared to speak.