Chapter 161

Cassandra's threat hung in the air like cheap perfume.

Evelyn Sinclair merely tilted her chin down, her lips curling into an amused smirk. Not a single tremor of fear betrayed her composure.

To her, Cassandra Delacroix's words were nothing more than the pathetic rantings of a desperate woman.

Just as Cassandra's face twisted with rage, Evelyn finally spoke in that cool, detached tone that drove her enemies mad. "Tell me, Ms. Delacroix—are you throwing this tantrum because of Nathan Blackwood?"

A flicker of panic crossed Cassandra's features before she lifted her chin defiantly. "Why should I deny it? Since you're already divorced, stay the hell away from him! Or I'll make sure you regret it."

Evelyn arched a brow, her laugh sharp as shattered glass. "How amusing. I don't make a habit of revisiting trash I've already taken out."

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "If anything, you should be begging him to stay away from me. What is it about Nathan that turns women into fools? I was blind once—but never again."

Cassandra's face flushed crimson.

The way Evelyn carried herself—regal, untouchable, effortlessly radiant—made Cassandra's blood boil. How dare she dismiss the man Cassandra coveted like he was nothing?

"You want to bury Julian Moreau?" Evelyn continued, her gaze slicing through Cassandra like a blade. "Then watch me make him a star."

Her smile was poison. "Let me show you who really holds the power here."

Cassandra's nails dug into her palms. "You arrogant bitch! We'll see who comes out on top!"

Evelyn didn't bother responding. She simply turned on her heel and strode toward the elevators, leaving Cassandra fuming in her wake.

The receptionist perked up instantly at Evelyn's approach. "Ms. Sinclair! Mr. Young will be thrilled you're here. Shall I notify him?"

Evelyn gave a graceful nod. "No need. I'll head up."

The receptionist rushed to summon the elevator, blatantly ignoring Cassandra.

"Excuse me!" Cassandra snapped. "Are you blind? I demand to see Dominic Young immediately!"

The receptionist blinked, unimpressed. "Miss, if you're here for an audition, we don't accept walk-ins. You'll need an appointment."

Cassandra's jaw dropped. "Audition? Do I look like some desperate starlet to you?"

The receptionist gave her a once-over. "Honestly? No. Our casting directors prefer natural beauty."

Evelyn burst out laughing.

Cassandra whirled on her, teeth bared. "What's so funny?"

Evelyn wiped a tear from her eye, still grinning. "Oh, nothing. Just imagining you as the lead in a horror film. You'd be perfect."

Cassandra lunged—only to be blocked by security.

"Mark my words, Evelyn!" she shrieked. "You won't be laughing when I'm done with you!"

Evelyn merely waved over her shoulder as the elevator doors slid shut.