Chapter 324

Even after everything, surrendering now left a sour taste in Cassandra’s mouth. She inhaled deeply, straightened her posture, and steeled herself for one final attempt to approach Evelyn.

“I’ll try one more time,” she muttered.

But Evelyn wasn’t having any of it.

“Evelyn, please! Just listen to me—”

Evelyn shoved Cassandra to the ground again.

“Evelyn! It’s me, Cassandra! You’re way too drunk right now. Let me—”

Another failure.

After two disastrous attempts, Cassandra finally admitted defeat. With trembling fingers, she fished out her phone and dialed Ethan.

Cassandra was barely holding it together. Every inch of her body ached, and she didn’t dare get near Evelyn again.

Evelyn, meanwhile, seemed to have endless energy, belting out karaoke at the top of her lungs and occasionally breaking into wild dance moves.

The moment Ethan stepped into the room, Cassandra rushed to him, her face a mix of exhaustion and relief.

“Ethan! Thank heavens you’re here!” she gasped.

Ethan’s gaze landed on Evelyn, who was now standing barefoot on the sofa, singing like she was headlining a concert. His expression shifted, lips twitching as he suppressed a sigh.

“What happened?” he asked, voice low.

Cassandra launched into an explanation, gesturing wildly. “Evelyn got completely wasted. Julian and I tried to take her home, but she was out of control! Every time we got close, she flipped us over like we were nothing! We had no choice but to call you.”

Ethan arched a brow and waved them off. “I’ll handle it. You two can go.”

Cassandra and Julian didn’t need to be told twice. They bolted from the room, leaving Ethan alone with the chaos.

Ethan approached Evelyn cautiously. “Evelyn, it’s me. I’m taking you home.”

Evelyn spun around, narrowing her eyes. “Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to impersonate Ethan? Take this!”

Before Ethan could react, Evelyn launched into a flying kick. Instinctively, he raised his arm to block the blow.

Evelyn’s foot slammed into his forearm with shocking force, sending him stumbling back several steps.

Ethan stared at her, stunned.

In all the years he’d known Evelyn, he’d seen her drunk before. She’d been loud, reckless, even obnoxious—but never violent.

Yet now…

That kick had been no joke. His arm still throbbed from the impact.