Chapter 827
The power dynamic became crystal clear in that brief interaction.
Evelyn Sinclair sat with effortless grace, her poised demeanor utterly captivating.
She didn't utter a single threatening word, yet her presence alone commanded respect.
Even someone of Tristan Whitmore's status had to bow his head and apologize when he misspoke.
The onlookers could only marvel at how untouchable Evelyn truly was.
When Tristan discovered the leaked video, his fury knew no bounds. He blocked every account that dared to share it.
His reputation was in tatters by nightfall.
The sky darkened to a deep indigo as city lights flickered to life, dotting the horizon like scattered stars.
Blackwood Industries.
Nathan Blackwood had one singular focus—monitoring any updates about Evelyn.
Gregory Thornton posted a clip of Tristan's humiliating moment with Evelyn, captioned: "Tristan Whitmore's most pathetic display!"
Nathan clicked immediately, only to find it deleted moments later.
He demanded the video directly from Gregory, who reluctantly sent it with a warning.
"Tristan's hunting this down like a madman. Don't tell him I gave it to you."
The ten-second clip showed Tristan apologizing profusely while Evelyn accepted it with icy detachment.
Tristan's humility wasn't feigned—Evelyn simply had that effect on people.
But Nathan was missing context. "What did Tristan do to her?"
Gregory shrugged. "No idea. I just reposted it before the original got taken down."
Nathan dialed Tristan without hesitation.
"You pissed off Evelyn?"
Tristan wanted to vanish on the spot.
He cursed the person who filmed it. If he ever found them, he'd make sure they regretted it.
"You already know?" Tristan groaned.
"Explain."
Tristan had no choice. If Nathan wanted answers, someone would talk. Better it came from him.
"It was their celebration. I saw Vivian with Adrian and lost my temper. Blurted out that Adrian used to have feelings for Evelyn..."
Silence stretched on the line.
Tristan's stomach twisted. Evelyn had forgiven him—was Nathan here to collect a debt?
"Blackwood, come on—" His voice cracked. "I've been the laughingstock of our circle all day because of this!"
Nathan scoffed.
"Serves you right."
The memory of Adrian's past obsession with Evelyn still made Nathan's blood boil.
Tristan bringing it up was like ripping open an old wound.
"If I were her, I'd have ended you on the spot," Nathan hissed.
The venom in his voice made Tristan shudder.
Compared to Nathan, Evelyn had been downright merciful.
Suddenly, Tristan didn't resent her anymore. He gripped the phone tighter.
"Look, I apologized properly. Evelyn accepted it. We're square. My wife's been stolen by your nephew, my reputation's ruined—I'm already suffering enough!"
His voice broke into exaggerated sobs.
He wanted to rant about how Adrian had manipulated Vivian, but the words stuck in his throat.
Nathan hung up before the fake crying could escalate.
Some things weren't worth listening to.