The city heard Mia’s confession before I could get off my knees. Her voice blasted through the ballroom in front of a hundred witnesses.
*“Liam was so blinded by gratitude he never even questioned it.”*
I looked up. The guests had turned toward Mia. She stood rigid and white-faced while the recording listed what she had done and how easily I had believed her.
I left before it finished. I wanted Evans.
I shoved through the ballroom, knocking champagne glasses from a waiter’s tray. Security called after me. I kept walking.
My assistant, Sam, caught up with me at the valet. "Sir, where are you going?"
"Evans," I snarled, snatching the keys to my car from a stunned attendant. "Find out where he is. Now."
Two hours later, my men caught Evans at a private airfield. My money had funded his
