Evelyn's POV
I smiled at Amby, soft and pleasant on the surface, even as something far less polite took shape underneath.
If she had slept with my husband, then it stood to reason that Sebastian had already spent more than enough money on her—and if she had come here prepared to humiliate me to my face, then she should have also prepared herself for the possibility that I would take something back in return.
Because if I simply stood here, swallowed the insult, and walked away—
that would be a loss.
No.
If anything, the only outcome that would make tonight even remotely worth it would be getting Amby to agree—right here, right now, in front of me—to sponsor WHR.
That, at least, would be compensation.
“I actually haven’t had the chance to review it yet…” she began.
“Oh, that’s comp
