Chapter 82

Edward Whitmore's jaw dropped as Abigail Grayson suddenly turned on him. "Mrs. Grayson! How could you betray me like this? You're the reason I got arrested!"

"You've mistaken me for someone else! I don't know you! Get your hands off me!" Abigail recoiled in disgust, slapping away Edward's grasping hands.

She snapped at the officers. "Why are you just standing there? Arrest this criminal already! Can't you see he's harassing me?"

With that, Abigail hurried forward to pull Margaret away. "Grandmother, let's leave. This place is crawling with dangerous people!"

Edward's face twisted in rage as the officers dragged him away. He fought against their grip. "Mrs. Grayson! You're going to pretend you don't know me after using me? Fine! You leave me no choice!"

He turned to the nearest officer. "I want to report her! She's the one who orchestrated everything! She's the mastermind!"

All eyes turned to Abigail.

"Grandmother, that man's clearly insane. Let's go!" Abigail forced calm into her voice, desperate to escape.

But Margaret hesitated. Something felt wrong. She turned to the officers. "What exactly is this man being arrested for?"

"Ma'am, we caught him installing hidden cameras in a hotel room to spy on guests. It's a serious privacy violation," one officer explained.

Edward had originally wanted to impress "Mrs. Grayson" to secure investment from Nathaniel. He'd planned to frame Evelyn Whitmore as an escort. For his own sick pleasure, he'd installed cameras to record the whole thing.

Luckily, police had stormed in before anything could happen.

Margaret's expression darkened as she studied Edward. After a long moment, she turned to her granddaughter. "Abigail. Do you or do you not know this man?"

Abigail's eyes darted nervously. "I-I swear I don't! He's clearly delusional! He's got the wrong person!"

Edward saw red at her continued denials. If he was going down, he'd take her with him.

"Mrs. Grayson, I'm amazed you can lie so shamelessly! Weren't you the one who gave me Evelyn's location today? You helped me drug her and bring her to Grayson International Hotel to frame her!"

Abigail went deathly pale. "You're lying! I did no such thing!"

After previous scandals, Margaret had developed a stronger constitution. She pressed a hand to her chest and took a steadying breath. "Why do you keep calling her Mrs. Grayson?"

Edward looked confused. "Isn't she Nathaniel Grayson's wife? I met her at the Grayson estate gates. She told me she was Nathaniel's wife and wanted help ruining his mistress, Evelyn Whitmore!"

Abigail shook violently. "Grandmother, don't listen to him! It's not true!"

Margaret closed her eyes. She never imagined her beloved granddaughter capable of such treachery. If not for Lucas Sinclair's supporting arm, she might have collapsed.

"Who exactly is my mistress?" Nathaniel's deep voice cut through the tension.

He stepped forward, his striking features and commanding presence instantly drawing all attention.

Edward paled. "M-Mr. Grayson! You're here too!"

Nathaniel repeated coldly, "Who did you say was my mistress?"

At that moment, Evelyn stepped out from behind Nathaniel, looking petite beside his tall frame. She stifled a yawn, exhausted from the day's events.

Edward's eyes bulged. "Evelyn?! But you're supposed to be—"

Evelyn leaned sleepily against Nathaniel's arm, raising an eyebrow. "Supposed to be what? Getting arrested as an escort?"

Nathaniel glanced down at Evelyn using his arm as a pillow, his expression unreadable.