Chapter 476

The following morning.

Lillian sat in the makeup chair as the artist worked on her face. She scrolled through her phone impatiently, searching for updates about Evelyn's scandal.

She could practically see Evelyn's devastated expression in her mind.

But as Lillian checked Twitter and various influencer accounts, she found nothing about Evelyn. Not a single scandalous headline.

Her stomach dropped. Something was wrong.

Just last night, the gossip sites had been buzzing. Now everything had vanished overnight.

Worst of all, the accounts Cassandra had contacted to spread the article were gone too. Vanished without a trace.

Panic set in.

Lillian immediately dialed Cassandra's number, ignoring the makeup artist's protests. The call rang endlessly with no answer.

She nearly threw her phone across the room.

"Ms. Prescott, is everything alright?" the makeup artist asked timidly. Everyone knew better than to upset Jonathan Prescott's daughter.

Lillian barely heard her. Her mind raced with questions.

Cassandra had promised dozens of influencers would share the article. Lillian had paid them a fortune. This was supposed to be Evelyn's downfall, not... whatever this was.

"That incompetent fool," Lillian seethed silently. "I'll deal with her later."

Her phone vibrated suddenly, startling her.

When she saw Dominic's name on the caller ID, her anger evaporated instantly.

She nearly answered immediately but stopped herself. This was their first phone call - she needed to play it cool.

Letting it ring twenty seconds, she finally answered. "Hello?" she purred.

"Ms. Prescott. Are you free for dinner tonight?" Dominic's deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

She considered playing hard to get but remembered Dominic's notorious impatience. What if he never called again?

"I'd love to," she gushed. "My commercial shoot wraps at 5:30."

"Perfect. Restaurant Nine at 6:30."

"Dominic, could you—"

The line went dead before she could ask him to pick her up. She wanted everyone to see the powerful Dominic Blackwood arriving for her.

Still, excitement bubbled inside her. This was progress. If he was giving her a chance, she'd make sure he never looked back.

"Is that your boyfriend?" the makeup artist cooed. "His voice is dreamy!"

"Yes," Lillian preened. "And he's absolutely perfect in every way."

The artist applied blush carefully. "Someone as stunning as you deserves only the best. He must be incredibly successful."

Lillian pretended to be modest but couldn't hide her smirk. "Oh, many powerful men have pursued me. But my heart belongs to Dominic Blackwood, CEO of T Corporation. I don't ask for much - just his devotion."

The makeup artist gasped. "The Dominic Blackwood? Every woman in the city dreams of him! And he's never involved in scandals. You're so lucky - only a man of his status deserves you!"

Flushed with pleasure, Lillian promoted the woman to her personal makeup artist on the spot.

For the rest of the day, she floated on cloud nine, Evelyn completely forgotten. She could barely focus, counting down the minutes until her date.

Meanwhile at T Corporation...

Evelyn and Olivia entered the design department to find colleagues whispering and staring. Some pointed openly while others shot pitying looks.

Evelyn's stomach twisted. Why was everyone acting so strangely?

Groups of male coworkers huddled together, glancing at their phones then at her. Their expressions ranged from shock to mockery.

Only Abigail looked genuinely concerned.

Though Dominic had acted quickly, some employees had seen the article. Their judgmental stares made Evelyn's skin crawl.

She ignored them, greeting Abigail before sitting at her desk.

Bernadette sauntered over, makeup caked thickly. "Who knew our little Evelyn was so... adventurous?" she sneered. "All those foreign men must have been quite the experience. Tell me, how many does it take to satisfy you? You're quite the celebrity now!"

A male colleague chimed in lewdly, "I would've never guessed from her innocent act. Bet she's a real wildcat in bed—"

Evelyn's cheeks burned with anger. She fixed them with an icy glare. "I've respected you as my superior, but if you continue this harassment, don't blame me for what happens next."

Bernadette fake-gasped, clutching her chest. She pulled up photos on her phone. "The evidence is right here! Look at that disgusting face - clearly you couldn't get enough!"