Chapter 605

Dominic Kingsley's expression softened.

She was looking for Nathan Blackwood.

Of course. The most powerful man in the room was an irresistible magnet for these divorced celebrities, wasn't he?

He smirked. Had he been overthinking this?

"You could always ask the front desk directly," he suggested.

Cassandra Blake's face stiffened.

It seemed she had already tried—and failed.

"Mr. Blackwood and Ms. Sinclair have no chance of reconciliation," she said, lips pressed tight. "But if a new couple emerges from our show, wouldn’t that make it the hottest program of the year?"

Cassandra studied Dominic’s reaction carefully.

What producer wouldn’t jump at such explosive content?

Sure enough, Dominic’s eyes lit up instantly.

His smile deepened, but he hesitated for three seconds before speaking softly. "Mr. Blackwood has a private presidential suite here. Top floor."

Cassandra beamed, thanking him before hurrying off.

Dominic shut the door behind her.

The director looked up from his script. "Are you sure that’s wise? Mr. Blackwood won’t be pleased when he finds out."

Dominic shrugged. "If she actually gets into Nathan’s room, I’ll eat my hat."

What kind of man was Nathan Blackwood? If Cassandra didn’t know, she was about to learn the hard way.

Less than five minutes later, the doorbell rang again.

Dominic and the director exchanged glances.

Another one? This time, it had to be the seductive Seraphina Devereux.

Dominic straightened his jacket and opened the door—only to freeze.

It was Giselle Fontaine.

He blinked in surprise.

Like Cassandra, Giselle was dressed in a scandalously sheer nightgown.

She held a bottle of red wine and two crystal glasses, her confidence radiating.

Dominic kept his expression neutral. "Can I help you, Ms. Fontaine?"

Giselle shook her head.

Dominic didn’t wait for her to ask. "Mr. Blackwood is in the presidential suite. Top floor."

Giselle’s eyes widened before she flashed him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Mr. Kingsley."

She practically floated toward the elevator.

Dominic shut the door with a quiet sigh.

The director was still scribbling notes on his script. "None of them are easy to handle. I suppose Seraphina will be next."

Logically, she should be.

But she never came.

With her personality, she wasn’t the type to let others outshine her.

Yet no matter how long Dominic waited, Seraphina never appeared to ask about Nathan’s room.

Because she was already fast asleep in hers.

Seraphina had just discovered how exhausting rowing a boat could be.

Her body ached more than if she’d carried a boulder uphill. The moment she saw the bed, she collapsed into oblivion.

Inside the presidential suite, Evelyn Sinclair finished answering emails and handling urgent matters before Isabella Montgomery’s video call lit up her iPad.

She answered without hesitation.

"You left me behind, Evie!" Isabella pouted.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Lucas talks too much. This is a work trip."

She explained the show’s premise, and Isabella listened with rapt attention. When it came to gossip, she never dragged her feet.

Their debate over whose divorce philosophy was more valid grew heated—until the doorbell interrupted them.

Evelyn frowned. Had she imagined it?

The chime rang again, more insistent this time.

She set the iPad down and went to answer it.

"Mr. Blackwood, I wanted to personally apologize for our earlier… misunderstanding."

Cassandra Blake stood there, her gaze sultry, her intentions unmistakable.