Chapter 160

The moment Evelyn Sinclair ended her call with Natalie Beaumont, she immediately dialed Bennett.

"Is it too late to acquire a company before the press conference?" There was a brief pause as Bennett processed the question.

"That depends on the company's size. Has President Sinclair developed an addiction to corporate takeovers?"

"Celestial Media."

"That's not as simple as Kensington Group last week. The paperwork will be tedious and take several days. However..." His tone shifted. "We already hold 16% of their shares."

"Horizon Media owns 30%. If you secure just five percent more, you'll become the largest shareholder—effectively gaining control. It would be no different from an outright acquisition."

Evelyn's lips curved in satisfaction. "Make it happen. Quickly." She hung up, tending to her wound before leisurely preparing a sandwich. As she ate, she scrolled through today's trending topics—predictably dominated by her name.

[Julian Moreau has a crush on Evelyn Sinclair's type! Same!]

[I'd normally despise a homewrecker, but if it's Evelyn? Iconic.]

[Lucas Sterling must be fuming!]

[Honestly, they'd make a stunning couple. The chemistry!]

[Isn't Julian underage? Is this even legal?]

[Rumor has it Celestial Media plans to smear Julian. Sugar Mama Evelyn, save your boy!]

Evelyn scoffed, tossing her phone aside. The internet loved turning drama into a spectacle.

After breakfast, instead of heading to Sterling Corp, she went straight to Horizon Media. If she was taking over Celestial Media, she needed someone reliable to handle the logistics—and Dominic Young was the perfect candidate.

The moment Evelyn stepped into the lobby, her gaze landed on Cassandra Delacroix, draped in head-to-toe designer labels, oozing arrogance.

Cassandra was the epitome of a spoiled heiress—wasting her family's fortune abroad, then strutting around like she'd conquered the world. The irony? She couldn't even hold a fluent conversation in any foreign language.

Evelyn wondered where she got the audacity.

She intended to ignore Cassandra, but the woman spotted her instantly, eyes lighting up with malicious glee.

"Evelyn! Here to beg Dominic for help with your PR crisis?" Cassandra's grin was venomous, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. "How pathetic."

Evelyn paused, tilting her head. A slow, dangerous smirk played on her lips. "Since when do you have a say in Horizon Media's affairs?"

Cassandra's expression darkened, resentment flaring. She hadn't forgotten how Nathan Blackwood had abandoned her to chase after Evelyn. The humiliation still burned.

"Nobody in this industry dares to cross me," she hissed. "I came here to make sure your reputation craters. You might be untouchable in your little corporate bubble, but I’ll have the entire internet dragging you until you question your existence. Understand?"

Evelyn crossed her arms, fingers tapping idly against her sleeve. Her voice turned icy. "So you're the one spreading rumors that I'm Julian’s sugar mommy?" She arched a brow. "Tell me, Cassandra—are you trying to provoke me?"

Cassandra lifted her chin, smugness radiating off her. "Consider it a lesson. The world doesn’t revolve around you. Did Julian say he admires you? Good. I’ll bury him at the peak of his fame. Let’s see who really holds the power here."

She wasn’t afraid of Evelyn.

Three years ago, Evelyn had stolen Nathan from her. Now? This was payback.

Cassandra would relish watching Evelyn's downfall.