Chapter 693
High society women and A-listers often flaunted massive diamonds to assert their elite status.
The bigger the rock, the higher their social standing seemed to be.
But Evelyn Sinclair's ring was different—a modest one-carat solitaire.
Understated yet exquisitely crafted, it sparkled with understated brilliance.
No one would ever mistake it for cheap costume jewelry.
Within hours, eagle-eyed netizens had identified it as Sterling Enterprises' upcoming launch: Solitaire.
This signature piece was handcrafted to the highest international standards.
Priced accessibly yet designed with impeccable taste, its subtle elegance made waves when spotted on Evelyn's finger.
The internet exploded with excitement.
[Wait—CEOs get to wear unreleased jewelry? So unfair!]
[Only Evelyn could pull off such a flawless clapback. Queen of the single elite!]
[When's the launch? Take my money already!]
[Every scandal just becomes another PR masterclass. Poor Mr. Blackwood never stood a chance.]
[Nathan should buy himself one too—oh wait, he's not single!]
[Pour one out for Nathan... LOL!]
Soon, #Solitaire dominated trending lists, eclipsing all gossip.
Evelyn had turned controversy into a marketing triumph.
Nathan Blackwood never imagined losing to a single carat diamond.
Highland Estates.
Too irritated to stay at Reginald Blackwood's, Nathan returned home immediately after the event.
His phone rang the moment he stepped inside—Tristan Whitmore's laughter crackled through.
"Hilarious, Nate. Evelyn finally showed her true capitalist colors!"
"Get to the point," Nathan snapped.
"You haven't seen? She leveraged your drama to launch Sterling's new jewelry line. The woman's a promotional genius—billions in pre-orders, stock prices soaring."
Tristan wheezed between laughs. "Last time at least she threw Ferguson—sorry, Blackwood Industries—a bone. This time? You're not even an afterthought!"
Nathan ended the call mid-chuckle.
Tristan was hardly one to talk, given his own disastrous track record.
Scowling, Nathan scrolled through newsfeeds flooded with Solitaire coverage.
'So this is her response?' He exhaled sharply.
Financially, Evelyn had played this perfectly. He couldn't fault her strategy.
But while he'd been emotionally vulnerable, she'd been... strategizing?
The realization stung more than he cared to admit.
He dialed Harrison immediately.
"Get me that ring Evelyn's wearing."
If it wasn't publicly available yet, he'd make it available.
Within ninety minutes, the piece sat gleaming on his study desk.
Nathan studied the familiar design, lips quirking involuntarily.
Lately, he'd had Evelyn thoroughly monitored.
William Sterling's claim about her daily blind dates had put Nathan on high alert.
Fortunately, while countless suitors visited Sterling Manor, none gained private audiences.
'She still cares,' Nathan thought, tracing the diamond's facets. 'This proves it.'