Chapter 214
The employees of T Corporation stared at the gathering crowd, their attention undoubtedly drawn by the sudden appearance of their CEO.
Lillian Prescott hesitated.
She couldn't risk being recognized if she lingered too long. With a quick turn, she retreated.
Back in Maxwell Lockwood's Porsche Cayenne, she frowned slightly.
Sophia Montgomery wasn't yet familiar with Lillian. To her, Lillian was an untouchable celebrity, while she was just a nobody. For a moment, Sophia didn’t know how to speak to her.
Lillian barely noticed Sophia. Her mind was still replaying the scene from earlier.
She already knew exactly who Dominic Blackwood was.
As one of A City’s most eligible bachelors and now one of the most powerful businessmen, he held two enviable identities.
Once, a friend had asked Lillian what kind of man she wanted to marry.
She’d admitted she had someone in mind—though she wasn’t sure if fate would bring them together.
But with a target, she could work toward it.
Of course, the target had to be worth the effort.
Her father, Jonathan Prescott, had high expectations. He wanted his daughter to marry someone equally influential. She knew he had already lined up potential suitors—all rising politicians.
Lillian had once thought marrying a politician was fine.
Her status would rise with her husband’s career.
But after entering showbiz, her perspective changed.
She found businessmen—those who controlled markets and empires—far more compelling.
She was a woman who appreciated power and allure. She often wondered what lay beneath those impeccable suits, what thoughts hid behind those unreadable gazes.
Dominic Blackwood checked every box.
A City’s elite social circle wasn’t large. When single women gathered, they inevitably gossiped about the most desirable men.
Someone had once suggested introducing Lillian to Dominic, but she’d hesitated.
She knew about his two children.
She had access to information the public didn’t—wealthy, successful men often had women bear their children discreetly.
But Lillian was young. She didn’t want to be a stepmother, no matter how perfect Dominic was.
Two children?
The thought alone made her uncomfortable.
Yet, seeing Dominic in person had changed everything.
Within ten minutes, she was utterly captivated.
Drinking from his cousin’s wife’s cup, his lips touching where her lipstick had been—wasn’t that an indirect kiss?
And he’d done it right in front of her husband, Maxwell.
Lillian didn’t believe it was a coincidence.
This trip had given her much to think about—but it had also stolen a piece of her heart.
She knew exactly why.
On the drive back to A City, Maxwell chain-smoked, his expression dark. Lillian had deliberately sat beside him, watching his reactions.
His dangerously sullen face made her wonder—
What was Evelyn Sinclair’s relationship with these two cousins?
Back in A City, Lillian returned home in a daze. After showering and changing into pajamas, she picked up tomorrow’s script, trying to focus.
But Dominic’s sharp, sculpted features kept invading her thoughts.
She set the script down, taking deep breaths to steady herself.
Meanwhile, Sophia followed Maxwell upstairs to the room above the bar.
The street was quiet in daylight, the silence broken only by the occasional bird chirping.
Maxwell opened the window, letting in the crisp autumn air. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he turned and pinned Sophia to the bed.
"Ah!" Sophia gasped, startled.
Then she felt the chill of the air against her bare legs as he yanked off her pants.
The cold wind made her shiver. The sheer white curtains brushed against her cheeks.
"The door’s open..." she murmured coyly, playing the role she knew so well.
She was experienced—she knew how to tease a man’s interest.
The atmosphere was perfect. Her body, her voice—everything was designed to entice.
But just as Maxwell moved to take her, he stopped.
He wasn’t in the mood.
Sophia waited, still playing her part.
Then she stole a glance at his face—and realized something was wrong.
Had she lost her appeal?
The tabloids said he’d been with Lillian last night.
Sophia knew her fate depended on Maxwell’s whims.
She didn’t care about pride. She was used to this.
She knelt before him, reaching between his legs.
"Let me... help you," she whispered.
In the small town, the sun was setting.
Evelyn Sinclair was troubled.
She didn’t want scandals—but they always found her.
As the saying went, man proposes, heaven disposes.
She could only leave it to fate.
The twins climbed into the black Bentley, settling in. Dominic shut the door and turned to Evelyn, who clutched her laptop.
"I’m taking them to a children’s movie at eight. Want to come?"
Her first instinct was to say yes—but guilt held her back.
"Get in the car," Dominic said, reaching for her hand.
She flinched away, glancing at her colleagues nearby.
"Not this time. Maybe next. You should go with them."
She couldn’t bear the guilt of not being the mother they deserved.
Dominic tossed his jacket through the car window, loosened his tie, and stepped closer, towering over her.
"What are you afraid of?" His voice was low.
"Someone seeing us together? Another headline?"