Chapter 620

The morning's hectic schedule had left everyone numb to Xavier Delmont and Seraphina Devereux's shameless public displays of affection.

What truly shocked Evelyn Sinclair was how these two polar opposites had somehow become a couple.

Their pairing defied all logic - a man who valued pedigree above all else with a woman who flaunted her scandalous past. Yet Dominic Kingsley seemed determined to push this absurd publicity stunt.

Evelyn's fingers tapped rhythmically against her designer purse. She'd need to coordinate with Dominic about the perfect moment to leak this fake relationship. The citywide LED screens she'd booked for Nathan Blackwood's apology had drained her accounts. She'd make Xavier pay every cent back.

Her calculating gaze darted between the couple, already plotting her next move.

An icy presence beside her made others instinctively step back. Nathan's thunderous expression screamed "back off" louder than any words could.

"Darling! Where are you—" The studio doors burst open mid-sentence. "You can't go in there!" A harried assistant's protest was cut short as Tristan Whitmore stormed in, disheveled and desperate.

Spotting Vivian Lockwood, his tense shoulders sagged with relief. "Sweetheart, why are you doing this?" He approached with open arms. "Thinking of replacing me? I'll give you anything—"

Dominic recognized the disgraced heir and signaled for the crew to pause filming. Vivian's head snapped up at the intrusion, her expression hardening instantly.

"Get out."

Tristan's smile faltered but persisted. "You must be exhausted. Come home. From now on, you call all the shots—how's that?" He ignored the crew's shocked whispers. His humiliating wedding rejection had made headlines, yet here he was, groveling publicly.

Vivian's lips curled in bitter amusement. "Mr. Whitmore, we have no relationship. That's your house, not mine." The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.

After a loaded silence, Tristan whispered, "Just one minute alone. Please."

Vivian opened her mouth to refuse when Nathan unexpectedly stood. "Take fifteen, everyone." His commanding tone brooked no argument.

The crew scattered instantly. Dominic rolled his eyes—since when was he invisible in his own studio?

Tristan shot Nathan a grateful look. Brotherhood prevailed.

Evelyn studied Nathan's retreating back. Always playing the noble mediator. She turned to Vivian with practiced concern. "Ms. Lockwood, need assistance?"

Tristan stiffened. After a brief hesitation, Vivian shook her head. "I'll handle this myself." She needed to end this farce once and for all.

As Evelyn exited, she instructed Bennett to reserve every digital billboard in the city. "Use the exact wording Nathan requested."

Bennett hesitated. "Must we really include...that phrase?" Even his professional demeanor cracked at the absurdity.

Evelyn sighed. "His ridiculous demand, not mine." The idea of Nathan's name alongside "heptane" made her skin crawl. Only drug-induced insanity could explain such a request.

"Understood," Bennett replied, already drafting the most embarrassing public declaration in corporate history.