Chapter 600

Seraphina Devereux had been watching Nathan Blackwood with cautious eyes when he suddenly froze.

Her gaze followed his line of sight—straight to Evelyn Sinclair.

Understanding flashed across her face.

With a practiced smile, she sauntered over, resting one hand on the back of a chair while winking at Xavier Delmont.

"My, what an exquisite spread for afternoon tea! Who arranged this?"

Xavier, ever the gentleman, rose smoothly and pulled out a chair for her.

Their eyes met in silent understanding.

He's sharp, Seraphina thought.

She's interested, Xavier noted.

A second later, a tall, imposing figure strode to the empty seat beside Evelyn.

Without warning, he kicked the chair violently—sending it crashing to the floor.

The room fell deathly silent, suffocated by the man's icy aura.

Evelyn, sitting closest, didn't flinch. Not a trace of fear crossed her face.

The others stared in awe. Anyone else would’ve been trembling.

"My foot slipped."

Nathan’s voice was cold, devoid of apology.

No one bought the excuse.

But if he said it, they'd pretend to believe it.

Evelyn lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with equal frost.

"That chair was part of a set. You break it, you pay for it."

Nathan, halfway to sitting, stiffened.

She’s worried about a damn chair?

The others gaped.

This was the confidence of CEOs clashing.

Nathan smirked darkly, glancing at Dominic Kingsley, who was barely containing his amusement.

"Fine. Pick any brand. I’ll cover it."

Evelyn ignored him, giving Dominic a pointed look.

Go all out.

Dominic grinned.

He needed drama to hook the audience—and Evelyn and Nathan’s tension was pure gold.

Between them and the other three divorced actresses, this show would explode.

As tea was served, Dominic discreetly handed Vivian Lockwood a script.

"Let’s start with a discussion on post-divorce reflections."

Vivian’s expression flickered as she scanned the page.

Evelyn caught the exchange and shot Dominic a warning glare before smiling at Vivian.

"Let’s begin. We can share openly."

Vivian inhaled deeply.

"So… how did everyone feel after their divorces? Any regrets?"

Her eyes landed on Evelyn.

Predictable.

Evelyn cursed Dominic silently but kept her smile serene.

Under the table, Nathan texted Tristan Whitmore.

Your ex-wife’s attitude is toxic. Your mess, but now we’re all suffering.

Tristan replied instantly. You saw her? Where?

Nathan smirked and sent the show’s details.

If Evelyn was going to make his life hell, he’d return the favor.

Besides, as an investor, adding a "special guest" was just one word away.