Chapter 310

Nathan Blackwood's voice was icy, dripping with barely contained fury. "Explain this." Harrison trembled under his gaze.

The assistant struggled to keep his professional composure. "It was Ms. Sinclair who provided the funds."

A suffocating silence descended over Nathan's office. The air grew thick with tension, chilling to the bone.

Harrison didn’t dare exhale too loudly. Though accustomed to Nathan’s tempers, each encounter still left him rattled.

Under that piercing, glacial stare, Harrison steeled himself and forced the words out.

"Despite cutting off Young Master Adrian’s financial channels, he used Ms. Sinclair’s money to revive partnerships with his investors."

A muscle twitched in Nathan’s jaw.

"His studio won’t be collapsing anytime soon."

Nathan let the silence stretch before letting out a derisive scoff.

"He actually took money from a woman?"

Harrison lowered his head, thinking, Of course he did—it was $100 million.

If Nathan ever discovered the true source of those funds, there would be bloodshed.

Nathan picked up a file from his desk, flipping through it with deliberate disinterest. "I don’t want to hear about this again."

Harrison nodded swiftly. "Understood, sir. I’ll handle it."

Days later, Dominic Young from Horizon Media called.

"President Evelyn, Julian has a film premiere coming up. We’d like to generate some buzz—mind if we ride your coattails?"

Dominic was blunt. In Hollywood, pairing co-stars for publicity was standard practice.

Julian had carefully avoided scandals to maintain his pristine image—except for the one with Evelyn.

Their past "romance" had dominated headlines, skyrocketing both their followings.

With Julian now endorsing Sterling Corporation’s luxury line, his film’s success would benefit both companies.

Evelyn didn’t hesitate. "Of course. Let him ride the wave."

A disciplined, ambitious heartthrob like Julian was hard to dislike.

Two days later, Evelyn attended an awards ceremony as a guest.

She had no interest in competing with starlets for attention. She was merely a prop tonight.

Instead of a flashy designer gown, she chose a sleek, understated Ulyana Sergeenko dress—pearls lining the waist, elegant yet playful.

Her makeup was minimal, letting her natural radiance shine. With her effortless confidence, she commanded the room effortlessly.

Seated front and center, she idly scrolled through her phone while the venue filled.

A few actresses in the back rows whispered behind their hands.

"Who is that? Why does she get the VIP seat?"

"Probably some desperate social climber. How did the organizers even allow this?"

Evelyn heard every word.

How tedious.