Chapter 606

The door swung open to reveal Cassandra Blake standing there in a scandalous silk nightgown that barely covered her shoulders.

Both women froze in shock. Cassandra's face drained of color so fast her expensive makeup couldn't hide it.

Here she was, trying to seduce Evelyn Sinclair's ex-husband, caught red-handed like some cheap mistress. Evelyn recovered first.

One glance at Cassandra's outfit told her everything. Her icy gaze raked over the actress from head to toe, making Cassandra wish the floor would swallow her whole. "M-Ms. Sinclair, I didn't know you'd be here..."

Evelyn's lips curved into a humorless smile as she pushed the door wide open. "Nathan Blackwood isn't here. This is my room. Would you like to come in and check?"

Cassandra shook her head violently, backing away. The humiliation burned through her like acid. If this had been any other woman, she wouldn't feel this exposed. But Evelyn Sinclair?

Everyone in the industry knew not to cross the Sterling Enterprises heiress. Even Dominic Kingsley tread carefully around her.

"N-no need! I wasn't...I mean, I just wanted to apologize to Mr. Blackwood about today's filming..." Her words tumbled out in a nervous jumble.

Evelyn watched her squirm with mild amusement. 'Why is she explaining herself to me? Does she think I care?'

She pulled out her phone. "I can call Nathan for you if you'd like to speak with him directly."

"No!" Cassandra nearly shrieked. "I-I'll talk to him tomorrow. Goodnight, Ms. Sinclair!"

She fled toward the elevators without looking back, her designer heels clicking frantically against the marble floor. For the first time in her career, the famous actress felt like a common streetwalker.

Evelyn shook her head and closed the door, already dismissing the encounter. But before she could sit down, the doorbell chimed again.

'Did Cassandra change her mind?'

She opened the door to find Giselle Fontaine standing there in a white nightgown that walked the line between innocent and indecent. The delicate makeup only enhanced her calculated allure.

"Mr. Blackwood..." Giselle murmured coyly without looking up, holding up a wine bottle and two glasses. "I made this myself. Would you care to join me?"

Her act was flawless - the hesitant seductress testing boundaries, trying to chip away at Nathan's famous reserve with gentle persistence. Why else would she be dressed like this?

When no answer came, Giselle finally lifted her gaze. The color drained from her face when she saw Evelyn standing there instead.