Chapter 95

Seraphina Delacroix never intended to make a decision about Sebastian Hart so hastily. As long as Adrian Cross didn’t push her away, she could continue playing both sides. But now, seeing Adrian act so generously, she knew if this reached Sebastian, she’d be trapped in an impossible situation.

Her only choice was to retreat strategically—to feign vulnerability and avoid the topic entirely.

"Adrian, please don’t say that. Seeing you like this, I—" Seraphina’s voice cracked, her eyes welling up with tears as if she were torn apart by guilt.

Adrian’s gaze softened. "Seraphina, don’t cry. No matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you."

"Stop saying things like that."

"I mean it. Even if you choose Sebastian, I’ll never abandon you." His words carried a hidden weight, a promise laced with something darker.

For a moment, Seraphina almost believed she had completely ensnared him—that he was now her devoted, self-sacrificing pawn. I really am that good.

But something felt off. Was Adrian seriously suggesting that even after she reunited with Sebastian, he’d still linger in the shadows as her secret lover? Disgusting. Evelyn Sinclair wrinkled her nose in distaste.

Inside the private room, Julian Blackwood watched Isabelle Laurent and Sebastian return one after another, their icy silence filling the air. Meanwhile, he continued eavesdropping on Evelyn’s internal monologue.

Just as he was enjoying the drama, Evelyn’s thoughts took a sharp turn—Ugh, Adrian is truly deranged! He’s actually planning to play the long game, staying close to Seraphina as her hidden benefactor. Pathetic.

Julian suppressed a shudder, as if he’d accidentally witnessed a fanatic’s shrine to their obsession. Then, his gaze flickered to Sebastian, who was absorbed in his phone. Poor fool. He has no idea what’s coming.

The awkward gathering finally ended, and one by one, the guests departed.

Outside, Evelyn and Julian witnessed the lingering, meaningful glance exchanged between Sebastian and Seraphina before they each slipped into their respective cars. Moments later, their own ride arrived.

Nathan Blackwood was already inside, having come personally to pick them up.

As soon as Evelyn slid into the seat, Nathan asked, "So, what fresh chaos unfolded today?"

That was all the prompting Evelyn needed. Her eyes sparkled as she launched into a dramatic retelling, embellishing where necessary. Nathan listened intently, his expression shifting between amusement and disbelief.

The only downside? She couldn’t reveal the juiciest details—the ones she’d gleaned from her Gossip System.

Marcus Donovan smirked. "So, you weren’t actually sick. You were just hiding, gathering intel." And what explosive intel it was. Even as a seasoned agent, he was impressed by the sheer audacity of the schemes unfolding.

Evelyn grinned.

Marcus mused, "In that case, now might be the perfect time to poach Isabelle."

"Wait—Marcus, are you into Isabelle? Are you seriously planning to pursue her?" Evelyn gasped.

Marcus choked. "What? No! I’m talking about recruiting her to our agency so she can mentor you."

Evelyn’s mind immediately conjured up visions of a carefree artist life—Isabelle had spoiled Sebastian rotten, handling everything for him. If she became her agent, Evelyn could finally relax.

Nathan and Julian exchanged glances. Even the thought of saddling an ambitious agent like Isabelle with Evelyn’s laziness made them feel vaguely guilty.

Marcus, however, was already strategizing. Since the two men with the final say were present, he didn’t hesitate to pitch his idea.

Julian had no objections, but Nathan remained silent, deep in thought.

"Mr. Blackwood, are you concerned about something?" Marcus asked. "Do you think Isabelle’s too loyal to leave Sebastian?"

Evelyn shook her head. "Not a chance."

Nathan finally spoke. "Isabelle is sharp and ambitious. She’s been excessively patient with Sebastian, but given the storm brewing around him, she won’t stay trapped for long. The only question is whether she can escape unscathed."

Julian added, "If we succeed in recruiting her, we can cover any financial losses from breaking her contract."

Nathan’s lips curved slightly. "Money isn’t the issue."

His dark eyes gleamed with calculation. "Earlier, you mentioned Adrian promised to reunite Sebastian and Seraphina without backlash. What do you think that means?"

Evelyn blinked. "Uh… I just memorized the lines."

Julian smirked. "Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy the show."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes. Is he messing with me?

Meanwhile, Preston Whitmore and Donovan Sharpe were sweating bullets—Team A-List had switched to a confidential script again.

The last time they’d done that, Team Young Again had imploded.

They prayed history wouldn’t repeat itself.

Backstage before the live broadcast, Evelyn finally had a moment to indulge in gossip.

Normally, Isabelle would’ve been hovering, desperate for insider details about the secret script. But now? She barely lifted a finger beyond the bare minimum.

She’s acting like an employee who’s already handed in her resignation—doing just enough to collect her paycheck. Yet beneath her cold exterior, she still cared—especially about Sebastian’s fans.

Then, the tension between Isabelle and Sebastian erupted into another argument.

The entire backstage area fell silent, ears straining to catch every word.

Evelyn sighed. This is going to be a long night.