Chapter 615

Evelyn Sinclair remained silent for a long moment. Her voice was icy when she finally spoke. "Ban her from the entertainment industry."

Nathan Blackwood arched an eyebrow.

Wasn't this outcome already obvious? How merciful of her.

Before Giselle Fontaine could even exhale in relief, Nathan ordered one of his bodyguards, "Take her away."

"Yes, sir."

Nathan absently traced the edge of his wristwatch. "Also, there's a severe lack of educational development in certain parts of Africa. Giselle can volunteer there to atone for her sins. She won't need to return."

Giselle's face drained of color as she collapsed to the floor.

She felt as if her bones had been ripped from her body—she couldn’t even hold herself up.

This meant she wouldn’t just disappear from Montecito. She might vanish from the world entirely.

Nathan was truly ruthless.

The bodyguards didn’t give Giselle a chance to beg. They dragged her out by her arms.

Though Evelyn thought the punishment was excessive, Nathan had done this for her. She couldn’t side against him now.

They were alone in the room again.

Evelyn had expected something to happen between them last night, but nothing had.

And yet, Nathan had still cleaned up her mess.

He had saved her again.

Evelyn regretted questioning him the moment she walked in earlier. She’d been too harsh on someone who kept helping her.

After a pause, she cleared her throat and spoke first. "Ahem... Mr. Blackwood, thank you for helping me again."

Nathan’s dark eyes fixed on her, unreadable. "And?"

Evelyn blinked. "What?"

Nathan studied her seriously. "How do you plan to thank me?"

Evelyn frowned. "I just did!"

Nathan exhaled sharply, unimpressed.

Evelyn considered it. They were both CEOs of major corporations. She couldn’t be stingy.

"Fine," she relented. "How do you want me to thank you? State your terms—but keep it reasonable."

She was grateful, but she still had her limits.

Nathan chuckled, amused by her stubbornness. He took his time thinking.

Evelyn’s patience thinned. What ridiculous demand is he concocting?

Finally, Nathan spoke. "How about this? Rent out every LED screen in the city tonight at 8 PM. Broadcast your gratitude to me. It should say, 'I, Evelyn Sinclair, would like to thank Nathan Blackwood—the greatest man in the world!' Keep it running for one minute."

He seemed dead serious.

His expression remained indifferent as he shrugged, lips quirking. "No emotions required. Just a public acknowledgment."

It was excessive—but for Evelyn, it was nothing.

The only problem? Those disgustingly flattering words.

Evelyn stayed silent for three full minutes, debating.

Finally, she forced a smile. "Sure. No problem."

She owed him. She’d let him set the terms. Backing out now would be petty.

Whatever. It’s just one minute.

Nathan smirked, having expected her compliance. "I also dealt with that other woman for you. Consider that a free bonus. No need to thank me."

He stood, buttoning his suit jacket with effortless grace. His movements were smooth, almost elegant.

"Then I’ll wait for the good news."

He extended his hand for a handshake.

Evelyn barely suppressed an eye roll. She shook his hand briefly before pulling away.

With a tight smile, she said, "Of course. Someone as noble as you deserves to be broadcasted on every screen in the world."