EVELYN BOUNCED from day to day on a bubble of pure happiness. All of her problems were still out there on the horizon, but for now, she was on cloud nine.

Her designs were all over the map. Lots of people were lining up to order her dresses. Over eighty-five percent of her followers were interested in her designs. At this rate, she would probably host a fashion show and it would be destined to be a smashing success.

Evelyn had no idea her clothes would be out there in circulation by now. She'd planned to go big next year in Paris but it was happening earlier than expected.

And she was psyched up.

Doris was doing a good job as her fashion arbiter and model. With her stylishness and popularity combined, some people were eager to copy her looks. And that gave her designs even more publicity than they already had.

Though Doris had her own "Jeff problems" to deal with, she'd still gone out of her way to support her with her career and plans to seek justice for her sister notwithstanding.

Speaking of Doris' "Jeff problems", she'd been launching undeniable comebacks to prove that they had been genuinely together.

Doris had fished every single handwritten poem Jeff had sent to her every day declaring his undying love for her over the past three years.

She'd been live streaming herself every single day reading at least five of those handwritten poems to her followers, as sarcastically as possible.

For someone as carefree as Doris, Jeff must have thought she'd misplaced them or gotten rid of them. There was no way he was going to deny he wrote it when it clearly had his writing.

Jeff had been receiving some serious shading and boycotting from every angle which was seriously telling on not just his stature but also that of his fiancee. Now, their relationship was barely standing on its trembling grounds.

Poor guy! He must have forgotten how petty Doris could be when she wanted to.

He-he! Serves him right!

Moving on! Most celebrities wanted to be dressed by Evelyn which was weird. Most celebrities would choose to be dressed by well-known designers not an upcoming designer like her.

This certainly had something to do with being in a relationship with Jason. Nothing beats The Jason Supremacy.

Speaking of Jason, she'd rarely seen him after their little drama that night. He was either locked in his in-house studio or he was out doing God knows what.

The few times they had passed each other in the hallway he didn't speak to her or even spare her a glance.

He was totally avoiding her. Acting like she didn't exist.

Their relationship over the past few weeks has been like complete strangers. He didn't speak to her and neither did she.

Had she gone too far with what she said to him? Had she been too harsh?

Evelyn could swear she saw his eyes glitter with pain after she said that to him.

Jason was certainly good at keeping grudges, though. It's been weeks now and he still hasn't gotten over it.

Well, that was his problem anyway. He started it. He was the one who pushed her to her limits.

If he was waiting for an apology, he was going to wait for eternity.

Evelyn considered his attitude towards her a good thing. Now, she could spend less time arguing with him and more time focusing on what actually mattered like why she was here in the first place.

Matt had been the other person making her lose concentration though it was one she cherished.

He'd called and texted her frequently. They had even met up discreetly a few times until he moved back to Miami a few weeks ago.

Evelyn missed him but it was probably for the best. She probably needed the distance.

Time was ticking. She needed no distractions. It was already late August and she had just until December.

She'd received a text from Julia, Jason's PA earlier today that Jason was taking a trip to Norway and won't be back till the next two days.

The housekeeper and cleaning services won't be coming in until the weekend which meant she had the entire house all to herself.

Perfect opportunity to put her perfect plan in progress.

First thing first, she had to search for the most important thing. The only lead she had right now. She had to find Locker 20.

A few days after her sister's funeral a package was mailed to their house which was sent from Clarissa for her.

Evelyn had found it bizarre and exciting at the same time that her sister was probably alive and was hiding somewhere as she did before when she was pregnant with Livvie. She had frantically ripped open the package and found a key and a note within written in her sister's writing.

My sweet baby sis,

You finding this means I'm gone and for that, I'm so sorry. I never had any intention of weighing you with this burden. And I really wish you'd never find this but here we are. You have every right to find out about so many things I hide from you.

Inside this box is a bank notebook that contains enough money to send you to your dream school. I know you'd be a fabulous fashion designer.

And the key? If anything ever happens to me find Locker 20. All the answers to your questions are right in there.

Love, Clarissa.

It had been dated on the very day her sister died.

Evelyn had swept the entire city in search of the exact Locker 20 that matched the key her sister had left her.

Clarissa should have just made this easy for her by telling her where she had to find the locker.

Her sister had only been closed to one person and that was Jason.

The locker was probably somewhere here in this gigantic house and she was determined to find it today.

The problem was where to start from. There were too many rooms filled with... God knows what.

Evelyn instinctively moves towards his in-house studio. Jason spends most of his time in there which she had always found fishy.

She tugged at the handle and it was locked. She looked closely. It wasn't just locked with a key but with a password.

SEE? FISHY.

The lock required a four-digit password. Evelyn figured it would be a date of birth. She thought for a moment. Most people use two sorts of dates of birth for their passwords: their date of birth and the date of birth of someone they care about the most.

From her years of studying Jason, he wouldn't use his date of birth that would be too easy. And Jason was so not an EASY man and she couldn't think of anyone Jason actually cared about besides himself.

Just then, a light bulb lit up above her head.

HOLD UP A SEC!

She tapped in 0 2 0 7 and immediately the door chimed open.

Evelyn beamed with pride as she walked into his studio. Her years of acquiring background information on Jason were paying off.

The second of July was Jason's mother's— Selena Lyndon— birth date. The beautiful balladeer who disappeared from the face of the earth without a trace leaving her husband and kid, who was barely 10 years, behind. There was zero news on why she left just like that. Surely, they must have found a way to thwart the news from leaking just as they did to that of her sister.

Of course, Jason must still miss his mother. Every child would miss their parent who left them as a kid.

Well, except for her though. She so not misses her father. He could rot wherever he was for all she cared.

Evelyn looked around the studio and it was just jaw-dropping. It was huger than she had expected it to be.

The walls were covered in lustrous aureate paint and the amber light from the light bulbs bounced off the walls illuminating the entire room. A part of the wall was painted to give off a realistic illusion of sunrise and an ocean view.

Evelyn nodded with satisfaction. She wanted to hate him but she got to say the man was good at this, especially when it comes to his decor. Anyone could get inspired by just spending a few minutes in here.

She needed a workplace like this. Inspiring and organized— emphasis on organized. Hers was absolutely nothing like this. It was swarmed with finished and unfinished dresses, scrapbooks, sewing kits— just name it. Everything was all over the place. It looked more like a slaughterhouse than a workshop. It's still a miracle she could get work done there with no difficulties.

Evelyn walked further into the studio, scanning the environment.

Jason's musical instruments were orderly amassed in a corner which seemed to have been specifically designed for them.

In fact, everything in there was thoroughly in order. She ran a forefinger on the surface of the keyboard. And SPOTLESS.

That dude must be one hell of a clean freak.

The recording machines, record players, lockers, songbooks...

WAIT A SEC! LOCKERS!

She hurried instantly towards the roll of lockers. Her shoulders slumped down in disappointment. The lockers didn't have any numbers written on them, which meant it was definitely not what she was looking for. Coupled with that, they were just six. Three in each roll.

She took one last quick look around the studio, it seemed to be the only lockers in there.

Well, she was here already, a little snooping won't hurt. She had a feeling she might stumble across some other vital information on Jason Lyndon lying inside one of these lockers.

No one puts a password on the doors of a room inside a well-secured house if they had nothing to hide.

Now, all she had to do was to pick those locks.

Evelyn reached for her cotton dress pocket and pulled two needles out of the little case she had come in with, just in case she needed to pick a lock.

She worked on the first lock and after a moment it flew open.

Evelyn beamed. The tutorial videos she had been watching were paying off greatly.

She went through it and it was loaded with pictures of him with some hot women some completely nude, some in bikinis.

Evelyn groaned inwardly. "Are you kidding me?" She rolled her eyes as she shoved them back in there. "There's no stopping this guy."

She went through the other lockers. Most of them were stacked with stuff that wasn't helpful one bit in figuring out about her sister until she picked the lock on the fifth locker.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she saw her sister's headshot staring back at her and Jason's autograph was right on it. There were other several files and pictures of her sister in there.

Why does he have all this stuff about Clarissa?

The angles at which the pictures there were taken looked like they had been taken without her sister's knowledge. Had he been stalking her? Had he had her followed or what? What exactly was going on here?

Evelyn looked closely at the file. It had things about her sister she didn't even know about.

She had always prided herself on the fact that she knew everything about her sister. But now, she was starting to believe that her sister only told her what she wanted to hear.

But that wasn't the issue right now.

Clarissa had spoken about Jason like they were close friends. So why did he have to go through all that stress to get information on her when he could have just asked her? Jason hadn't trusted her. Or he'd just been profiling her like a psychopath profiles his victim before murdering them.

Evelyn took out her phone and started taking pictures.

THIS COULD COME IN HANDY!

Just as she was taking pictures something caught her attention.

Clarissa used to work for Jason's father?!

Evelyn dropped every other file in the locker and picked up that one. She flipped through the pages. Apparently, Clarissa was his temporary assistant for a while when his actual assistant was recuperating from his heart surgery.

Evelyn yanked the pile of pictures that were attached to the file and went through it. The look on her face was filled with anxiety. The pictures she was looking at of her sister and Case Lyndon were starting to disturb her. From the look of it, there was something about their relationship that was so not work-related. There were pictures of her sister in her nightie drinking a glass of wine with Case Lyndon in the Lyndon's manor. Some of the pictures showed them walking in and out of a hotel in outfits that has nothing to do with business.

Evelyn was starting to have a feeling. One that she prayed with every wrinkle in her was untrue. The rumors about her sister and Case Lyndon were not true, was it? Case Lyndon isn't Olivia's biological father, is he?

Evelyn gave herself a mental kick. "Stop it, Evy! Just stop! Stop making such ridiculous assumptions. There's no way Clarissa would have done something like that. You should be ashamed for even thinking about the possibility."

Half-satisfied with the little word of conviction she gave herself, she shoved the pictures back into the file. If she didn't believe in her sister, who would?

Though she completely trusted her sister, there was now some new undeniable curiosity unfolding inside of her. She was desperate to find out what her sister's actual relationship was with Case Lyndon.

Evelyn had been so shocked by what she found out that she didn't hear the beeping of the password and the chime of the open door.

"Evelyn? What are you doing in here?!"

She froze.