Inside the room, Evalyn sat with a dazed expression. Her mind was still stuck on the conversation that had taken place earlier in the dining room.
"Did Nathan really manage to secure the Asbourne family's inheritance? How is that even possible?" she asked herself, scratching her head.
Before this, she hadn't been the least bit worried about it. After all, there had never been a single report of Nathan successfully obtaining that inheritance.
That was what had kept her calm and relaxed. But now, she could no longer hold onto that peace of mind.
Her position in the upcoming contest was already crystal clear—defeat.
"No, I can't give up!" Evalyn gritted her teeth. "I'm not less talented than him—no, I'm far more gifted. How could I possibly lose?"
With that resolve, she immediately got off the bed and sat down on the carpet.
She crossed her legs, pressed her palms together, and closed her eyes.
"Focus… that's what I have to do," she muttered.
