The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Calm Before the Spotlight

"How dare you sue Lana!"

Evelyn stopped walking for a moment, her eyes fixed on the message flashing on her phone screen.

She read the text once more, then again, her lips forming a faint, satisfied smile.

’So, the news had reached him...’

She resumed walking through the hallway. Joy flickered in her chest, quiet but triumphant.

Finally, the police were investigating Lana Scott’s embezzlement from the Walters Group.

Finally, the truth was beginning to emerge.

’Lana Scott... you wanted to steal from the Walters family? Well, it’s not that easy, BITCH!’

A prison cell and a taste of poverty would be fitting rewards for a woman like her, a homewrecker.

Evelyn could already imagine Lana’s shocked face when the court summons arrived.

That thought alone made her morning coffee taste even better.

...

Later that noon,

Evelyn already promised to accompany her son during his piano session.

The music room smelled faintly of wood polish and old sheet music. Evelyn sat quietly in the back as her son played under the watchful eyes of his private teacher.

Oliver’s little fingers glided across the keys with confidence she hadn’t seen before.

His tempo was smoother, his touch firmer.

The teacher nodded with visible pride.

"Excellent," he said. "You’ve improved a lot, Oliver. Your rhythm and hand movement are much stronger now."

Evelyn smiled. Watching him play made her heart swell with pride. It was hard to believe her little boy was only four.

Just as she was about to stand and leave the room, Oliver turned to her with a wide grin.

"Mommy, we are not done yet. I prepared a song for you to hear."

"Oh?" Evelyn blinked. "You already have a song ready? Really?"

"Mm-hmm!" His excitement was evident in his bright eyes. "Ah, Mom, please record it. Daddy needs to hear it, too."

Evelyn chuckled at his serious tone.

"Alright, my little maestro." She took out her phone, switching to video mode, and stood near him.

At first, she expected something simple... a few introductory notes, perhaps a short melody.

But when his tiny hands began to move, her eyes widened in disbelief.

The first few bars were unmistakable.

"The Entertainer"... by Scott Joplin.

Not the child’s version. The real one.

Evelyn nearly dropped her phone. Her mind scrambled for an explanation.

’Wait! What? I can’t even play this!’

She leaned closer, half-expecting to find a hidden speaker beneath the piano.

But no... the sound was his. Crisp, confident, flawless.

Her son was actually playing it.

When he struck the final note, Evelyn was still frozen, staring at him like he had just sprouted wings.

"Mommy... I’m done."

That tiny, proud voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Wow! You are such a genius, sweetheart..." She wrapped him in her arms and smothered his cheeks with kisses.

"Mommy," he laughed, squirming away. "Did you record it?"

"Yes. Of course..." she said, grinning from ear to ear. "Do you want me to send it to Daddy?"

Oliver nodded, eyes twinkling. "Yes. Please—"

Evelyn immediately hit send.

"Relax, Mrs. Knight. You’re already stunning," she said, combing Evelyn’s silky black-ink hair.

Evelyn smiled faintly.

"I wish I had your confidence."

"You’ll steal the spotlight tonight. Trust me."

The soft hum of the blow-dryer, the scent of perfume and setting powder, slowly calmed her nerves.

When Pricilla finished, Evelyn barely recognized herself in the mirror.

Her hair flowed smoothly over one shoulder in soft curls. Her makeup was natural yet radiant, highlighting her high cheekbones and expressive eyes.

Then came the gown.

A deep red silk dress that hugged her figure gracefully, neither too revealing nor too modest.

The off-shoulder neckline gave her an air of quiet confidence, while the slit that brushed her leg with every movement added a hint of allure.

As she slipped on her stilettos, Evelyn caught her reflection once more. She could see how glamorous, elegant, and powerful she appeared.

She exhaled softly. "I guess I’m really doing this," she murmured.

"Of course you are," Pricilla said, smiling as she packed up her tools. "You look like you own the whole ballroom."

Evelyn chuckled, though her chest still fluttered with nerves inside.

Oliver burst into the room just as she finished getting ready. His eyes widened, his mouth forming a small "O."

"Wow, Mommy... You look like a princess."

Evelyn smiled warmly. "Thank you, baby. Will you behave while I’m gone?"

He nodded eagerly. "I’ll tell Daddy you’re the prettiest!"

Her heart melted. She kissed his forehead and stood up, glancing once more at her reflection.

Everything was ready: the gown, the car, her composure.

’Alright, Eve! Let’s meet those people...’