Chapter 309: Chapter 309

Half-squatting, his face darker than a devil's and even more terrifying, Orlando Evans finally saw his expression clearly. His chilling gaze bore into her, frightening her to the core. She fearfully retracted the hand clutching his large foot and stumbled backward, collapsing onto the ground in an extremely awkward position. Her usual ladylike image and beauty were nowhere to be seen.

"Would you mind telling me what I have misunderstood? What exactly has my sister done to hurt you?" Glades Horne questioned her word by word, his voice squeezing through clenched teeth.

"I..." Orlando Evans was at a loss for words.

A cold sneer touched Glades Horne's lips. He forcefully grasped Orlando's chin, the force nearly enough to shatter her jaw. "You taught Adele to slap herself until her face swelled, then go home and cry to my mother, claiming Julia hit her. My mother then summoned everyone home, preparing to severely interrogate Julia, or even punish her. Wasn't your objective to make my entire family hate Julia? Orlando, my patience has limits. I've tolerated you for so many years, but you've only become more ungrateful and unreasonable. Do you really think *you* can climb into my bed? What I despise most is a home-wrecker like you, trying to break up a marriage under the guise of love!"

"Glades, I realize my mistake! I'll never do it again! I... it was because I loved you too much. I couldn't bear you marrying Julia Bluen. I was jealous of Julia Bluen, I was wrong! Please, I beg you, let me go! I'll never dare again... Glades, please remember I've been with Adele for so many years. Without me, Adele would be even lonelier. Please, let me go! I promise, from now on, I'll never incite Adele to cause trouble for Julia again..."

Glades Horne stood up, sneering coldly.

"Glades, I won't dare... I really won't dare again..." Orlando Evans continued to plead incessantly.

Glades Horne slowly took out his cell phone. Despite the late hour, he made a call. It was unclear who he was calling, but once the other person answered, he said in a deep voice, "David Martin, take your men tomorrow to investigate Rylee Evans and his wife. I guarantee you'll find something unexpected."

Rylee Evans and his wife worked in government and, on the surface, appeared as clean as a whistle. But how many officials were truly incorruptible? His own two uncles could afford to be upright and refrain from taking bribes because the Valence Group gave their families an extremely generous monthly allowance. Furthermore, the Horne Family had also given them shares of its real estate. With such substantial legitimate income, they could live in luxury; why would they need to risk their necks for graft? Rylee Evans and his wife were different. Glades was certain they were corrupt, just very careful, and hadn't been caught yet.

The Evans family might be considered prominent now, but he would drag them down to nothing.

David Martin frowned slightly. Glades Horne had called him personally, so he knew Glades must have solid information. He responded immediately, "I'll have my people investigate right away to prevent any leaks or give them a chance to hide evidence. If it's true, you'll be doing the people a great service by removing these parasites." With that, he hung up.

"Glades..." Orlando Evans's face went ashen. Whether her parents were corrupt or not, just being investigated would tarnish their reputation. It was also a critical time for leadership changes; their careers, their chances for promotion, were likely ruined. If they *were* truly corrupt, something she didn't even know about, and it was exposed... Imprisonment, seizure of assets... She would lose everything and be branded a pariah, the daughter of corrupt officials.

This time, Glades Horne was really going to destroy her!

"Jonathan, please have your men watch her a little longer," Glades Horne said politely to Jonathan Allen, who had been stunned by this rare display of dominance and chilling ruthlessness from Glades. Hearing his request, Jonathan quickly smiled and said, "Mister Glades, you're too kind. For you to have a use for me is my honor."

Without another word, Glades Horne walked past Orlando Evans and headed for the front courtyard, going straight back to the hall in the Main House.

He still needed to wait for David Martin's answer.

He wished he could tear Orlando Evans limb from limb. But murder was a capital offense and illegal. He wouldn't break the law for such a worthless woman; he had other ways to destroy her.

He didn't know how long he sat there before his cell phone finally rang.

"Mister Horne, we've got a huge haul! I'd never have guessed that Rylee Evans and his wife, who seemed so honest and upright, accepted bribes totaling over ten million. They were very clever. All the bank accounts for the bribe money were opened under other people's names. And get this—the bankbooks were hidden under the sofa in their living room! If it weren't for our experienced team, we might not have found them. For years, they haven't dared to touch that money or invest in property. All that cash sitting in the bank for so long has earned a fair bit of interest too. This is major graft!" David Martin's voice was filled with anger and disbelief. "To think a mere Deputy Head Secretary would dare to take bribes of that magnitude."

"Then congratulations on purging those parasites for the public," Glades Horne said coolly.

Then, without giving David Martin a chance to say more, he hung up.

In just a few hours, the Evans Family had crumbled at Glades Horne's hands.