Chapter 612

Nathan Blackwood would never let anyone who dared to harm Evelyn Sinclair walk away unscathed. Evelyn was his entire world.

Giselle Fontaine was paralyzed with fear. The legendary, untouchable Nathan Blackwood stood before her now, his expression so icy it could freeze hell over. Though he was mere inches away, she felt death's chill creeping into her bones.

Her body trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat drenched her clothes. How delusional she had been earlier.

She had been caught and dragged here in less than an hour. Pathetic. Tears streamed down her face as violent sobs wracked her body.

"Mr. Blackwood, I was wrong—" Her voice cracked. "I'll leave the industry. I'll disappear. Just... please spare me."

Nathan took a step forward, looming over her like a predator. His eyes burned with something dark, something unhinged.

Giselle shrank back.

His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "No one touches her. No one."

The temperature in the room plummeted. Nathan's next words were merciless. "So no, I won't let you off easy."

Giselle couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

Nathan turned and walked out. A man of his refinement didn't dirty his hands. He only gave the order.

Harrison followed silently. He wasn't surprised.

When it came to Evelyn, Nathan showed no mercy—not even to himself, let alone others.

Outside, Nathan's gaze remained glacial. His presence alone was suffocating.

Harrison hesitated before speaking. "Sir... how far should we take this? She's a public figure. If word gets out—"

Nathan lit a cigarette with practiced ease. The flame flickered against his sharp features. He exhaled slowly, smoke curling around his lips.

"Ask her which hand she used to give Evelyn the wine." His voice was flat. "Spare the other one."

Harrison's eyes widened. He remembered the surveillance footage clearly—Giselle had used both hands.

Nathan never forgot details.

After a beat, Harrison nodded, voice thick with reverence. "Understood."

Nathan stepped into the elevator without another glance. "Keep this quiet. If Evelyn asks, tell her to come to me directly." His tone hardened. "And blacklist the other woman."

Harrison bowed. "Yes, sir."

Dominic Kingsley was just settling into his office when Harrison knocked.

The documents in his hand made Dominic pause. "You didn't need to deliver these yourself."

Everyone knew Harrison answered only to Nathan. His presence here was... unsettling.

Harrison smiled politely. "Just passing by." His expression shifted. "Mr. Blackwood also asked me to inform you—the show is suspended."

Dominic stiffened. "What?"

"Ms. Lockwood and Ms. Devereux are the only leads left." Harrison's tone was light, but his gaze wasn't. "Cassandra Blake and Giselle Fontaine have withdrawn."

Dominic's throat went dry. "Why?"

Harrison stared at him until Dominic squirmed.

Then he smiled—cold and knowing.

"Mr. Kingsley," he said softly, "you already know why."

Dominic's stomach dropped.

Playing dumb? Harrison thought. As if he’s forgotten about the cameras.