Chapter 94

Sebastian Hart didn’t expect someone to storm up to him and start berating him. Annoyed, he snapped back, "You're Seraphina’s assistant. What the hell are you even talking about?"

The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but Seraphina Delacroix, tears welling in her eyes, desperately stopped her. "Don’t tell him!"

Yet the assistant, clearly exasperated, blurted out without restraint, "Back then, Seraphina was threatened by Mr. Lynch. If she didn’t leave you, he would’ve blacklisted you—even had you hurt. Remember that accident on set? The struggle to land good roles? All of that was because Mr. Lynch wanted to steal Seraphina away. In the end, she chose to compromise. She couldn’t bear to see you risk everything for her, so she played the villain and left. And what did you do? Once you gained power, you saw her—abandoned by Lynch—and instead of coming back, you made her life hell at every turn. She suffered, but she never came crawling back, afraid you’d look down on her. And now, you let the woman beside you insult her? Sebastian, you’re heartless!"

Her words tumbled out in a chaotic rush, as if she were too furious to hold back.

Seraphina trembled with guilt. I finally figured out what she was doing with her phone earlier—contacting her assistant for this dramatic performance! Evelyn Sinclair thought, growing more amused by the second. Seraphina’s terrified of losing Sebastian, so she’s pulling out all the stops. After years of acting, she knows exactly how to twist the plot. This is better than a soap opera.

At that point, Julian Blackwood couldn’t resist any longer. He wanted to get up and enjoy the live drama.

Eventually, Adrian Cross grew impatient from waiting and stood, announcing he was going to the restroom.

The room emptied, leaving only two agents exchanging glances. Julian had no choice but to stay and keep listening to Evelyn’s running commentary.

Meanwhile, Evelyn heard movement nearby. Thankfully, I’m well-hidden. She spotted Adrian sneaking closer. Another spectator!

Sebastian, stunned, turned to Seraphina. "Is this true?"

Seraphina only cried harder, refusing to meet his eyes.

Sebastian might be a fool, but Isabelle Laurent wasn’t. "You’re seriously believing her just because she ranted all that?" Isabelle frowned. She couldn’t confirm the truth, but she knew Seraphina wasn’t the self-sacrificing type. "Where’s the proof?"

The assistant glared. "What proof could there be for something like this? Isabelle, you’re being malicious. If you hadn’t told Seraphina back then that you hoped they’d break up—that she was holding Sebastian back—she wouldn’t have made her decision."

Sebastian’s gaze darkened as he turned to Isabelle, as if seeing a scheming villain for the first time.

Isabelle’s heart ached. They’d been partners for years.

Still, she admitted, "I did say that."

Sebastian’s eyes reddened.

"But you’ve forgotten—I said it right to your face," Isabelle countered.

Ah, she said it in anger after that fire incident, Evelyn mused. As his agent, it was her job to keep him from dating a liability.

Sebastian’s suspicion lingered. "Was that the only time?"

He still thinks Isabelle has feelings for him, Evelyn realized. He assumes she’d want Seraphina gone.

Isabelle’s hope for their professional future withered. She sneered at him like he was a fool. "Yes. I dare to confront."

Seraphina buried her face in her assistant’s shoulder, sobbing. "It’s true. Sebastian, don’t blame Isabelle. She’s done so much for you. What happened… it was so long ago. I did it willingly, never expecting you to find out. We’ve missed our chance. Just let it go."

Wow. That explanation… impressive. If she keeps this up, I’m calling the cops, Evelyn thought.

The assistant chimed in, "That’s not fair. Because of her sacrifice, you finally focused on acting. Yet you credit Isabelle, thinking she stood by you. What about Seraphina’s pain? You hurt her over and over."

Without the Gossip System, even I’d be swayed—let alone hopeless romantic Sebastian, Evelyn mused.

Sure enough, tears streamed down Sebastian’s face. "Seraphina, tell me. Is it true? I need to hear it from you."

Seraphina shook her head. "It’s all lies! Stop asking!" She tried to leave, but Sebastian grabbed her arm.

Another tragic love story was unfolding.

Isabelle massaged her temples, exhausted. She didn’t care if her efforts were dismissed. She’d done it for her career, not his gratitude.

Now, not even a bet could stop Isabelle from wanting to break their contract, Evelyn thought.

Men aren’t easily deceived—they’re just arrogant, assuming women should sacrifice everything for them. Even an obvious act can trap them. Evelyn smirked. Ugh, they’re kissing again. Hard to watch… Wait, Adrian’s still here! He didn’t stop them. His intentions aren’t pure.

Seraphina’s trying to balance both men, not wanting Adrian to see her devotion to Sebastian, Evelyn deduced.

But Sebastian spoke up. "Adrian, there’s something I need to tell you—"

Seraphina cut him off. "Sebastian, we’ve said enough. I’ll help with the play. Just go home." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Please."

Sebastian’s heart ached as he searched her tear-filled eyes. Reluctantly, he left.

Now, only two remained on the balcony.

Before Seraphina could speak, Adrian kissed her.

Ah. You just want to taste what Sebastian had. You’re an obsessive fan! Evelyn grinned.

Seraphina, panicked, assumed Adrian had seen everything. "Adrian, I’m sorry! I didn’t want it—he forced me. I love you."

Adrian wiped his mouth. "I know. Don’t worry. I’ll step aside so you two can reconcile."

Seraphina froze. "What?"

She’s panicking. She wants to keep playing both sides, weighing who’s more useful. How dare you force her to choose! Evelyn laughed.

Adrian played the selfless martyr. "You love each other. I just want you happy."

Seraphina stiffened, but Adrian cut her off. "I’ll handle the online backlash. Don’t worry."

Hilarious. Only magic can defeat magic, Evelyn thought, grinning.