Chapter 86 The Perfect Crime

• The moment Clara stepped into Whitaker Architecture, a heavy silence engulfed the lobby. It was the kind of silence that made her stomach drop. The receptionist, who usually greeted her with a polite nod, avoided her gaze. A group of employees huddled near the conference room, whispering. Their eyes flickered to her, then darted away.
• Something was wrong.
• Then, Evelyn stepped forward. Arms crossed, gaze sharp. “How long have you been planning this, Clara?”