Chapter 199

The day of Blackwood Enterprises' golden jubilee arrived before anyone could blink.

Evelyn Sinclair indulged in a full spa treatment before settling before her vanity to begin her transformation.

She slipped into the couture gown that Victoria Lancaster could only dream of owning, grabbed her designer clutch, and stepped into the waiting car bound for Willowbrook's first six-star luxury hotel.

As twilight descended, street lamps flickered to life along the boulevard. Evelyn caught her reflection in the car window, crimson lips curving as she adjusted the delicate tendrils framing her face.

The driver nearly missed a red light when her radiant smile flashed in the rearview mirror - he'd never encountered such breathtaking beauty.

Meanwhile, the hotel's grand entrance swarmed with activity.

Reporters jostled for prime positions while bystanders gathered for complimentary gifts. Invited guests streamed through the doors toward the celebration hall on the top floor.

The event glittered with A-list celebrities attending Blackwood Enterprises' milestone anniversary.

Though denied her first-choice gown, Victoria had crafted an impeccable look radiating elegance and sophistication.

As the future Mrs. Blackwood, her appearance couldn't afford any missteps tonight.

Alexander Blackwood made his entrance in a custom Tom Ford tuxedo that accentuated his athletic frame.

Chandelier light danced across his chiseled features as he moved with regal grace through the crowd. Women edged closer, only to retreat from the ice in his piercing gaze.

Victoria seized the opportunity to position herself as his partner, greeting guests with practiced charm.

She thrived on the envious stares directed her way - standing beside Alexander cemented her elite status.

Scanning the room, Alexander's lips thinned. "Why so many reporters?"

Victoria's eyes sparkled. "It's Blackwood's fiftieth anniversary, darling. Naturally the press wants to document this historic event."

"That doesn't explain the entertainment reporters," he countered coolly, checking his watch.

Though irritated by his distraction, Victoria maintained her smile. "Waiting for someone, Alexander? Miss Prescott perhaps?"

Ignoring her, he stepped aside to make a call. Victoria's grip tightened on her champagne flute as Eleanor Kingsley approached.

"It's all arranged," Eleanor murmured. "The reporters know, and Margaret Blackwood's been informed. Once they announce your wedding date, Henry Blackwood will pressure Alexander into compliance. There'll be no escape."

Victoria's smile returned. "Thank you, Mother."

"My darling girl," Eleanor squeezed her hand. "Who else would I do this for? I'll always stand by you."

Beneath her grateful expression, Victoria's thoughts turned venomous. 'That's right, Eleanor Kingsley. Never forget - I'm your daughter now.'

Outside, Evelyn's phone rang just as her car arrived. After ending the call, she emerged onto the red carpet.

Her gaze locked onto a familiar figure striding through the hotel doors, invitation held with arrogant nonchalance.

Evelyn's lips curved.

Perfect.

Her key witness had taken the bait.

Satisfaction warmed her as she glided toward the entrance, every step calculated for maximum impact. Tonight's performance would be unforgettable.