Chapter 407

"What's the latest update?" Serena demanded, her fingers tightening around her phone.

Dylan didn't keep her waiting. "Evelyn and Nathan are officially divorced!" His voice crackled with barely contained excitement.

Serena's breath hitched. Her lips parted in shock before curling into a triumphant smile. "You're joking. Are you absolutely sure?"

"Positive!" Dylan confirmed. "My contact at the courthouse verified it. The papers are signed—Nathan and Evelyn are done."

A laugh bubbled up from Serena's chest. "Unbelievable! This is perfect!" Her pulse raced, warmth flooding her veins.

"Right? Best news we've had in months!" Dylan agreed, though his grin faltered slightly. Was he celebrating for her... or himself?

Serena exhaled sharply, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "Every sacrifice was worth it." The pain, the scheming—all of it had led to this moment.

Dylan leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "See, Serena? This proves how much Nathan cares about you. The second he found out Evelyn pushed you down those stairs, he didn't hesitate to end things."

Serena's expression softened, a delicate flush rising to her cheeks. The heavy knot in her chest unraveled, leaving only sweet anticipation.

"Exactly," she murmured, tilting her chin up. "I've always been the one he truly valued. Evelyn was just... a distraction."

Victory sang in her blood. She'd outmaneuvered Evelyn again.

Dylan straightened, adopting a more measured tone. "First step's complete. Now we focus on the next goal—making you Mrs. Black."

Serena's nails dug into her palms. "That's the only outcome I'll accept."

After a beat, Dylan added, "But we can't rush it. Let Nathan breathe for a week or two. Let the divorce settle."

Serena waved a dismissive hand. "I've waited years. What's a few more weeks?" Her smile turned razor-sharp. "Patience is my specialty."

Dylan nodded approvingly. "Good. We'll play this perfectly."

That evening, at The Rooftop's private dining room, Nathan sat with Theodore, Alexander, and Dylan as crystal ss clinked.

Theodore raised his drink first, smirking. "To Nathan! Finally free of that gold-digger!"

Nathan's jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he lifted his ss without comment. The sharp chime of glass echoed through the room.

Setting his drink down, Nathan turned to Alexander with a frosty smile. "This must be exactly what you wanted, Prescott."

Alexander arched a brow, unbothered. "Indeed." He met Nathan's gaze head-on, amusement dancing in his eyes. "And I have you to thank for it."

The air between them turned glacial. Theodore and Dylan exchanged uneasy glances. Dylan frowned, unable to resist asking, "Alexander, tell me honestly—do you actually have feelings for Evelyn?"