Chapter 635

Evelyn stepped out of the car with effortless grace. She had anticipated the swarm of reporters and came fully prepared. A faint smile played on her lips as she followed her bodyguard toward the lobby of Sterling Enterprises.

The journalists weren’t about to let this opportunity slip. Questions flew at her like arrows.

"Ms. Sinclair, was last night’s city-wide light display your way of confessing to Mr. Blackwood? Are the two of you reconciling?"

"Ms. Sinclair, could you explain the meaning behind the phrase, 'Evelyn Sinclair would like to thank Nathan Blackwood'?"

"Were you with Mr. Blackwood last night?"

"How much did last night’s event cost?"

Evelyn maintained her composed smile.

Her hair was loosely tied back, revealing delicate, understated yet exquisitely expensive earrings. Every subtle movement showcased the jewelry she wore, as if she were modeling it effortlessly.

Just when the crowd assumed she wouldn’t respond, she paused at the entrance and turned to face them. The air stilled.

Cameras flashed.

Evelyn’s gaze swept over them, cool and regal. Then, with a light, polished smile, she spoke.

"Regardless of my personal relationship with Mr. Blackwood, rest assured—Sterling Enterprises and Blackwood Industries have reached unprecedented levels of collaboration."

Her voice was steady, commanding attention.

"We are committed to tackling unemployment by providing platforms for entrepreneurship. Innovation and cooperation will remain our priorities."

Her words masterfully redirected the narrative from scandal to business.

The reporters were momentarily stunned.

Evelyn gave a polite nod and turned to leave. The bodyguards remained to usher the press away.

Within minutes, the video was online.

Evelyn’s outfit became the focal point—her crisp white shirt, a new release from Blackwood Industries, paired with a sleek skirt that accentuated her figure. The ensemble was effortlessly chic, neither overdone nor understated.

The jewelry she wore? All unreleased pieces from Sterling Enterprises’ upcoming collection.

The realization hit the public like a wave.

This wasn’t a romantic spectacle—it was a marketing masterstroke.

Comments flooded in.

[I knew it! This was just a product launch!]

[Evelyn Sinclair is a genius. Who else could turn a media frenzy into a business opportunity?]

[That outfit is perfection. Pre-ordering the jewelry NOW.]

[Nathan Blackwood is impressive, but he’s not on Evelyn’s level.]

Evelyn had played the game flawlessly.

And the world was watching.