Chapter 700

Blackwood Industries.

Nathan stared at the trending photos of Evelyn at the airport, his lips curving into a faint smirk.

Breathtaking.

Every angle was flawless.

Not a single bad shot.

Theodore was in Nathan’s office, changing the water in the fish tank when an idea struck him.

"Mr. Blackwood, why don’t you just like the post?"

"Like it?" Nathan’s voice was low, dangerous. "Wouldn’t it be better if I reposted it with a caption?"

He wanted to throw money at it—keep it trending for days—but he knew Evelyn would murder him if he did.

Theodore suppressed a laugh. "Too obvious. It’ll look desperate."

"A simple like is subtle. It says you noticed, but you’re not making a big deal out of it. Mysterious. If she asks, say it was an accident. She won’t overreact."

Nathan scowled but nodded.

Not his usual style, but he’d take what worked.

After too many failed attempts, he was willing to let Theodore salvage this.

Out of all the photos, he only liked one—the one where Lucas had been conveniently cropped out.

That was the only one he approved of.

The moment he tapped like, the internet exploded.

[Hahaha, Mr. Blackwood can’t even stand his ex-brother-in-law?]

[Lucas Sterling doesn’t deserve to be in the same frame as Evelyn?]

[They’re siblings!]

[Since when does Lucas get edited out of photos? His ego must be shattered.]

[Lucas: Am I a joke to you?]

Theodore glanced at his phone, then at the half-dead fish in the tank.

He suddenly felt just like that fish—suffocating.

Even in a tank worth six figures, it couldn’t breathe.

He was sure Evelyn would want to stab Nathan when she saw this.

The airport moment had been accidental, but Evelyn had been dropping hints—especially with that ring.

The Solitaire.

Nathan had just redirected all the attention to himself.

Theodore groaned. Should I just stab myself first to save her the trouble?

Before he could spiral further, Harrison burst in.

"Media interview in ten. The one scheduled six months ago. Conference room. Now."

Theodore blinked. Right. I’m also a part-time assistant now.

He scrambled to set up.

Nathan was drowning in work—thousands of employees, relentless pressure—yet he still knew every department inside out.

No one in the business world matched his precision.

One misstep meant ruin.

Ordinary people couldn’t fathom it.

Theodore used to think Nathan’s billions were luck.

Now he knew—without Nathan, Blackwood Industries wouldn’t exist.

And yet, despite the chaos, Nathan was still trying to win Evelyn back.

Theodore’s chest ached.

He hauled files into the conference room, watching reporters scramble to set up.

Nathan only did a handful of interviews a year.

This was rare.

Nathan sat at the head of the table, scanning documents Harrison had handed him.

His sharp profile radiated cold intensity—not anger, just his natural aura.

Every second mattered.

"Start."