Incredibles 2 Evelyn Deavor Novels & Stories

"I got the job! I got the job at Lincoln Designs!" Adrian feigned surprise, "Really? That's amazing, Evelyn! I'm so proud of you!" Evelyn hugged him tightly, gratitude and happiness overflowing. Little did she know that Adrian, her pillar of support, had played a significant role in ensuring she got the job at Lincoln Designs. Evelyn walked into Lincoln Designs on her first day, a mix of excitement and nervousness in her steps. The sleek, modern office greeted her, and the atmosphere buzzed with creativity. She couldn't believe she was finally part of such a prestigious company.

"Mr. Ares, this is an invitation to the Charity Gala tonight," said Evelyn, Ares' secretary at the office. For some people, Evelyn was a plain-looking woman with average features, wearing round glasses with thick lenses due to her -3 eyesight. However, her work was highly effective and systematic.

Kat said dryly, earning an 'oh, shut up' look from Evelyn. Kat and Evelyn knew each other all the way back. Evelyn used to be the creative director before becoming a partner. When Kat was just starting out as a researcher, Evelyn had always given her a hard time. Kat was quite thankful, because those hard times were exactly what she'd needed to pull her shit together after her dad died. It was the same thing that pushed her to do better, to be exactly what clients needed.

She's had everything she needed. "Just leave," Maya said dismissively, waving her hand. "This isn't over until I say it is. You look pathetic.” Without another word, Evelyn turned and fled in apparent devastation. The moment she cleared the driveway, her false trembling stopped. She pulled out her phone and the pinhole camera, stopped the recording, and saved the file. Perfect. * *

"Me messing around? What a big joke. I still remember that when Joye had an accident, Mr. Valentine also appeared on the big screen in time and cooperated with Eliza to expose Joye. So many people at the scene saw it. It shouldn't be me talking nonsense, right?" Evelyn's eyes were full of hostility. She was so imposing that she choked back the director's questioning. The director looked helplessly at Beau. Beau sneered in his heart. He knew that someone must have taught Evelyn to say that. Otherwise, with her own brain, she would not have thought of using an attack as a defense. "As the biggest investor of the show, I should have the right to pay attention to the progress of recording, right

Evelyn smiled and pinched Remy's cheek, saying, "Since they're both clothes, they can take turns being worn. Now, how about I go with you to cut the cake?" "Okay! I want Albert, Damien, and Havyn to come with me." As Evelyn led the few children to the cake, Ezra elbowed Warren with a mischievous grin. He said, "Let me tell you, Evelyn is even more impressive than she was two years ago. She's now a renowned legal expert with an international reputation. "There are so many people pursuing her that they could circle the globe. If you don't seize the opportunity now and she ends up with someone else, don't come crying to me."

Evelyn's breathing became uneven. "No..." "It can't be..." The woman smiled. "You always were Father's favorite." Father? Elena's heartbeat quickened. The woman continued. "My name is..." "...Eve." "Echo Two." --- The room fell into stunned silence. Evelyn slowly stepped forward. "I watched you die." Eve smiled. "You watched the wrong girl." She casually folded her arms. "Samuel always prepared backups." "When he created you..." "He created me." "Twins." "But unlike you..."

She had stood in this place before—blamed, slandered, abandoned. But this time… it hurt deeper. Because this time, the person she trusted… left too. --- That afternoon, Adrian arrived at Evelyn’s office. His smile was composed, his voice calm. “You look tired, Evelyn. Honestly, I didn’t plan to get involved again. But I know you need help.” Evelyn said nothing, just watched him. “All the evidence you’re looking for—about your mother’s foundation… I have access. I know who was involved back then. But you know, truth isn’t cheap.”

Evelyn Sinclair waited in Ava’s office, seated on the edge of the leather sofa like a queen on her throne. “I see Roman has wasted no time,” Evelyn added, her tone harsh. Ava dropped her bags on the desk. “What are you doing here?” “Protecting you from making a mistake.” Evelyn’s presence always came with a chill, the weight of her displeasure settling all over the room. But this time, Ava stood her ground. “Why would you care?” Ava asked. “Because Roman Devereux is poison,” Evelyn said. “He’s not interested in justice. He’s interested in chaos. And he’ll take you down with him.”