Chapter 507

Evelyn froze for a split second.

Xavier approached her as if he had come specifically to see her.

His smile was meticulously practiced, the curve of his lips eerily similar to Nathan's.

Every time Evelyn looked at him, an unsettling feeling crept over her.

Nathan would never smile with such artificial politeness.

"Ms. Sinclair, what a pleasure to see you."

Evelyn gave a composed nod.

The room was crowded, and she had no intention of drawing unnecessary attention.

Xavier hesitated briefly before speaking. "I wanted to apologize for the scandal involving those photos. I was the one who arranged for them to be taken."

Evelyn arched a brow. She had known this for a while.

Why bring it up now?

When he saw her lack of surprise, his expression faltered slightly. "I'm truly sorry for the trouble I caused."

A faint smirk curved her lips. "Mr. Delmont, you have millions of fans. This isn’t something to discuss so casually. Make sure it never happens again."

She couldn’t afford for Xavier to crash and burn too soon. That would be a waste of the company’s investment.

No, he needed to keep making money for her—for at least three more months.

Xavier hadn’t expected this reaction. He studied her carefully.

"You're not angry?"

Evelyn gave him a deceptively sweet smile.

"I understand your position. It’s forgivable."

The more popular he was, the more profit he’d bring in.

Relief washed over him.

He had been worried she would retaliate if she found out, so he decided to confess first. But she was far more understanding than he anticipated.

Nothing like the cold, untouchable Evelyn Sinclair from the rumors.

Maybe it was because of his resemblance to him.

Perhaps that was why he was getting special treatment.

Xavier stepped closer, his smile now polished from mingling with industry elites. No longer aloof, he radiated practiced charm.

He had heard the whispers—how Julian Moreau’s career skyrocketed after aligning with Evelyn. How he got whatever he wanted with just a word.

Everyone envied him.

"Ms. Sinclair, I’m still new to this world. I’d appreciate your guidance."

The implication was clear—he wanted her as his backer.

Even if it was just because of his face, he’d gladly be a stand-in.

Evelyn answered without hesitation.

Xavier’s smile deepened. Was she agreeing to keep him?

With so many eyes on them, he needed to make this public.

He reached for her hand—

Evelyn stepped back before he could touch her, her gaze icy.

"Don’t."

Xavier stiffened.

She turned to leave but paused after two steps.

Then she walked back toward him.

Because behind her stood Nathan Blackwood.

Xavier froze, unsure how to react.

Evelyn gripped his arm, her voice deceptively soft.

"Mr. Delmont, follow me. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of."

For a moment, she felt like the villain in this scenario.

Xavier was torn between excitement and terror.

He stood rooted in place, unable to move.

The man behind him exuded an aura so oppressive it stole his breath.

A chill slithered down his spine—like death itself was watching.

"Let. Go."

Nathan’s voice was colder than the abyss, laced with lethal warning.

Xavier knew he should stay with Evelyn. This was his chance.

But his body betrayed him.

The second those words left Nathan’s lips, Xavier jerked away.

Then he bolted.

His speed was almost impressive.

Even Evelyn was stunned.