Chapter 622

Evelyn's voice cut through the air like ice.

Xavier shuddered, unable to meet her piercing gaze. She flicked her eyes toward the door, and someone immediately shut it behind them.

Nathan and Harrison stepped inside, curiosity burning in their expressions.

Seraphina emerged from the bedroom, hastily draping a robe over her shoulders. She didn’t flinch under the weight of their stares. Her voice was raw, hoarse from crying.

"Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Blackwood," she said, her tone laced with defiance, "since you're all here, I might as well lay everything out."

Xavier, hearing this from inside the bedroom, stormed out, his face twisted in fury. "You were into it! You kept giving me signals—don’t pretend you weren’t interested! Everyone here can vouch for that!"

"Signals?" Seraphina scoffed, her eyes blazing. "Fine, I flirted with you—for the show. That’s it. Off-camera? Nothing. Not a single private moment between us."

She strode forward and slapped him hard across the face. "Does smiling at you mean I want you in my bed? You barged into my room in broad daylight and wouldn’t take no for an answer!"

Xavier’s face flushed crimson. His boyish charm twisted into something ugly as he struggled to breathe.

"Playing hard to get?" he spat.

Seraphina laughed coldly. "Look in the mirror. What part of you is worth a second glance? I’m divorced, but I’ve been in this industry long enough to know trash when I see it. My ex-husband had money. My ex-boyfriend had looks. You? You’re just some nobody trying to sleep his way up."

The words hit like bullets. Xavier’s expression darkened, humiliation burning through him in front of people who mattered.

"You—you’re unbelievable!"

Seraphina turned to Evelyn, tears streaking her face, but her chin stayed high. "Ms. Sinclair, we’re both women. You know how hard it is to survive in this world. Do I look like the kind of woman who’d throw herself at a broke, nameless model?"

Her meaning was clear. Xavier had been the one chasing her, hoping to ride her coattails to fame.

Evelyn’s gaze slid to Xavier, unimpressed. Idiot. He must’ve been dropped on his head as a child.

The show would go viral, but not the way he wanted. Now, he’d be lucky to escape with his career intact.

"Ms. Sinclair, it’s not what it looks like—" Xavier stammered.

Evelyn cut him off with a single icy glance. "Did you force yourself on her after she said no?"

The bruises on Seraphina’s arms spoke for themselves.

Xavier swallowed hard. Silence stretched before he finally muttered, "Yeah… No… Yeah…"