Chapter 164

For a brief moment, Harrison felt as though an unseen force had lifted him from his chair by the collar of his shirt.

The suffocating tension in the room was unbearable.

Nathan Blackwood's piercing gaze darkened when Harrison remained silent.

"You two are close, aren't you?" Nathan's voice was deceptively calm, each word laced with lethal precision. "Tell me, what kind of man does she prefer?"

Harrison swallowed hard. If he didn't answer, he wasn’t sure he’d leave this office unscathed.

Working for Nathan had always been dangerous, but today felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of vipers.

Clearing his throat, Harrison forced out a reply.

"Mr. Blackwood, I wouldn’t say I’m particularly close to Ms. Sinclair. How would I know her preferences?"

Nathan’s icy stare made him hastily add, "But—given that she chose to marry you despite everything, it’s obvious she prefers someone like you! That Julian Moreau is nothing in comparison. There’s no way Ms. Sinclair would lower her standards for him."

Nathan exhaled sharply, finally looking away. Harrison barely suppressed a sigh of relief.

That was too close.

After a tense silence, Nathan spoke again. "Start preparing for the press conference."

"Ensure Kingsley Tech’s event goes flawlessly. No mistakes."

"Understood. I’ll oversee everything personally," Harrison replied, already backing toward the door.

Nathan scoffed, picking up his phone only to toss it aside again in disgust. The endless gossip about Evelyn and Julian was infuriating.

How dare they compare that nobody to me? Are the public blind?

Across the city, the media frenzy had reached a fever pitch.

Evelyn Sinclair and Julian Moreau’s rumored relationship had become the nation’s hottest topic. Though neither had confirmed anything, fans had already paired them together.

Meanwhile, Lucas Sterling’s social media was flooded with messages—some sympathizing, others offering advice on how to win Evelyn back.

A few even urged him to move on.

The joint project between Kingsley Tech, Sterling Corporation, and Blackwood Industries had already drawn massive attention.

Now, the three companies were holding a high-profile press conference, instantly dominating headlines.

Every major news outlet scrambled for details, but Dominic Kingsley had kept everything tightly under wraps.

By the time the event began, three hundred journalists packed the venue, buzzing with anticipation.

Alongside the press, world-renowned medical experts and leading AI specialists had been invited, lending an air of gravitas to the occasion.

At the appointed hour, Dominic Kingsley, Nathan Blackwood, and Evelyn Sinclair appeared together on stage.

Evelyn, standing between the two powerful men, commanded attention effortlessly. Her poise was regal, her beauty undeniable.

She was born to stand at the pinnacle, untouchable.

Dominic looked impeccable in his tailored smoky-gray suit, exuding quiet authority.

Nathan, in his signature black ensemble, was the epitome of cold elegance—untouchable, formidable.

The trio’s presence alone eclipsed every celebrity in the room. Had they chosen entertainment over business, they would’ve dominated the industry.

Though the internet buzzed with speculation about Nathan and Evelyn’s relationship, no one dared broach the subject today.

This was far too serious an occasion for gossip.

Dominic stepped forward.

"Let’s begin."