Chapter 998

The news spread like wildfire—Harrison Blake had become the new spokesperson for Sterling Enterprises' latest product.

It was all Cassandra Blake's doing. Evelyn Sinclair was simply retaliating in broad daylight.

But Harrison didn't fit the image of a man with a domestic violence scandal.

Why did he seem… decent?

The fact that he hadn’t gone down with Cassandra proved he still had some sense left.

Unlike her.

Hopeless.

Who followed Evelyn on social media?

CEOs. Industry leaders. Elite women from high society.

Now everyone knew exactly what kind of fool Cassandra was—a woman who had just clawed her way back into her biological family’s good graces.

Who would dare associate with her now?

Evelyn and Isabella Montgomery stepped out of the salon—only to run straight into Cassandra, who looked seconds away from losing her mind.

"Evelyn Sinclair, have you lost it?!" Cassandra's voice shook. "That video—how dare you film me without permission? You’re ruining my family’s reputation—"

She was sputtering.

She hated Evelyn’s effortless superiority. Even though Evelyn wasn’t in the entertainment industry, her influence eclipsed any A-list actress.

Every time Evelyn clashed with someone online, the public always sided with her.

As if she had them under a spell.

Evelyn smirked. "Wrong. I don’t care about your family’s reputation. Our families haven’t worked together in years. Whatever relationship we had is long gone."

She tilted her head. "Besides, the 'victim' in that video is the Sterling family. I’m sure your father will understand."

Cassandra’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

Every call was from someone in her family, demanding to know why she’d provoked the Sterlings.

The warmth in their voices had vanished.

Panic clawed at her throat.

She stared at Evelyn—calm, composed—and felt ice crawl up her spine.

Evelyn smiled, satisfied, and strode past her in stiletto heels.

"Evelyn—!" Cassandra shouted.

She couldn’t lose everything she’d just gained.

"If I apologize," she forced out through gritted teeth, "will you delete the video?"

Evelyn arched a brow. "Don’t worry about it. Your father will come to me personally."

Cassandra’s apology was worthless.

At Evelyn’s level, even her father needed an appointment to see her.

In other words—Cassandra was nothing.

Evelyn left without another glance.

Isabella went her own way.

Online, the backlash against Cassandra was brutal.

No mercy.

Evelyn headed straight to Sterling Manor.

She knew Cassandra’s father would be waiting.

William Sterling was still fishing, blissfully unaware of the chaos online.

But Lucas Sterling was furious.

The moment Evelyn walked in, he stormed over.

"I couldn’t figure out why the company was stupid enough to hire that disaster, Harrison Blake," he snapped. "We spent a fortune cleaning up his image!"

His jaw clenched. "Why didn’t you tell us Cassandra was setting you up?"

Evelyn met his glare with a calm smile.

"Timing. I wanted to see what else she had up her sleeve."

She shrugged. "She just got back into her family’s good graces. I thought I’d let her enjoy it for a day or two."

Lucas stared at her, exasperated.

Still too soft-hearted.