Novel & Cerita Evelyn Miller Author

CHAPTER 38 THIRD PERSON P.O.V EVELYN cleared her thoughts after she thought about a lot of things that bothered her most. Especially about the author of the novel titled ‘in the name of psychopaths’, and why the other readers couldn't spoil the ending of the novel but instead, it spoiled what those cannon fodder went through, even the cannon fodder Evelyn in the story was mentioned in the spoiler forum. Also, what's the purpose of the author for creating such protagonists who seemed to be the real villain who will destroy the world and kill countless innocent lives?

Suddenly an evil idea popped into his mind. Putting up a tight-lipped smile, he walked closer to her. Evelyn immediately turned alert when he invaded her personal space. “Ms. Evelyn” he husked while his dark eyes raked all over her form, “Don’t misunderstand me. I am one of the best capitalists in America.” He spoke and extended his hand. Evelyn immediately stepped back before it could touch her shoulder, “Indeed you are. But your lack of ethics contrasts with your authority, Mr. Miller.” His smile dropped.

Sunday, Miller mansion:- The Sunday mornings in the Miller mansion had always been a brightening affair as Mr. and Mrs. Miller invited their extended family for lunch. Each Sunday is all about family meet and greet, lip-smacking lunch personally prepared by Mrs. Miller, and great laughter. However, this time it was a bit different. They did not hold a family lunch, as Mrs. Miller was not well. Moreover, today Mr. Miller was also in a sad mood as he was stressed for Evelyn. The girl had come early today and had been crying since morning. She narrated the incident from last evening, making Mr. Miller feel bad for her. As Viaan asked her to stop all her approaches this instant, which she hid sk

The lady flashes a beautiful smile. "Hello dear readers and die-hard fans, this is your beautiful FL, Vanessa or you can call me Vanny just Evelyn does. This chapter isn't necessary to unlock but for those who do, I wanna first say my thanks for giving me a listening ear. The author didn't quite do a good job on my background but I know she loves me. So I've come out behind her back to say a little more about myself. Don't view me as selfish, alright?

Miller will be mad. Ethan shook his head. "No, there's someone else. Everly." "Right. Mrs. Miller doesn't have any family members. After Mona's death, she only has her best friend, Everly, left. "To Mrs. Miller, they're both the most important people in her life!" "She has been rushing about for Everly's sake for the past few days. It's not hard to see how important Everly is to her." But Brent was bothered about one thing. "But Ms. Hilton may not be willing to cooperate. She must be on Mrs. Miller's side."

She read the headline and held herself from vomiting right away. 'Sources say that multi-billionaire James Miller was the one responsible for the deaths of his parents when he was a kid, did he kill them?' Trembling Becky switched the news and what appeared on that one was even worse. 'James Miller has a mental disorder and is obsessed with women's slavery'

And they didn’t just make one girl, oh no, they made two for the price of one, popping out twin girls as their final kids. Eluna Miller was the outgoing one, and by that, I meant that she was just never at home when she didn’t have to be. She was a typical teenage girl, loving to spend time with her friends and hanging out around town. Basically, anywhere was better than being forced to stay at home, and spending time with her older brothers.

Black Estates, America Evelyn had locked herself in a random cabin and was pacing back and forth like a mad woman. She wasn't asleep, she was just pretending. Dylan got a call from Mr. Swift and he immediately left. Taking the chance, Evelyn ran out of his cabin not caring about the weird glances which she was receiving by the people who were present in the hallway. She went inside a random room and locked herself inside it.

She carried herself with an air of authority, her eyes scanning the shop like she was appraising it. "Can I help you?" I asked, my voice a little sharper than usual. The woman’s red lips curled into a polite smile, though her expression remained distant. "Sophia Miller, correct?" "Yes," I said slowly. "Who’s asking?" "Evelyn Marlowe," she said, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I’m Mr. Kane’s head of acquisitions." My stomach twisted. Of course, she was here because of Alexander. I shook her hand, though I couldn’t help but feel wary of her polished demeanor.

That had been Robert Miller’s actual intention. The will that was filed, the one that left everything to Eleanor alone, was not the original. It had been changed. Not by my grandfather. By my father. Arthur Miller had been Robert Miller’s estate lawyer in 1984. He had handled the filing. He had been the one with access to the documents. And according to Daniel Reeves, who had spent four years inside the Miller Group specifically looking for proof of this, there was a copy of the original will in a safety deposit box in a bank in Connecticut under a name nobody had looked for because nobody had known to look.