Chapter 349

The moment Isabella Laurent set foot in Crestview, the media erupted into a frenzy.

Combined with the Blackwood family's high-profile status, headlines for the past three days had been dominated by the international superstar and her choice of accommodation.

During this time, the Blackwood name suffered a blow in public perception. While any publicity could be considered good publicity, the Blackwood Hotel found itself in an especially precarious position—unable to afford further damage to its reputation.

For decades, the Blackwood Hotel had maintained an impeccable standing as a premier luxury brand, not just in Crestview but across the nation. It had been the preferred destination for dignitaries from politics, business, arts, and sports. Even the former president of Valmont had exclusively stayed at the Blackwood during his visits to Crestview.

Yet, over the past six months, a string of scandals had shattered the hotel’s once-pristine image. Now, whenever people mentioned the Blackwood Hotel, the first things that came to mind were Nathan Blackwood’s marital drama and Victoria Sterling’s disgrace.

Reputation took years to build but could crumble overnight.

Recognizing the urgency, Nathan poured significant resources into securing Isabella Laurent’s stay, determined to restore the Blackwood’s tarnished prestige. In this battle, he wanted victory more than Evelyn ever had.

At exactly 6:00 p.m., the hotel’s grand lobby buzzed with journalists and starstruck fans, all eager for a glimpse of Isabella. A lavish red carpet stretched across the entrance, amplifying the evening’s grandeur.

"I’ve been Isabella’s biggest fan for years! I’ve watched every single one of her films! After a decade, I’m finally seeing her in person!"

"In all of Crestview, the only hotel worthy of Isabella is the Blackwood! Monarch Grand Hotels can’t even compare—their reputation, amenities, and service don’t stand a chance!"

"Still, the Blackwood’s recent actions have been questionable…"

"Regardless, it remains the pioneer of Crestview’s hospitality industry! Isabella choosing to stay here proves its unmatched excellence!"

The bodyguard swung open the door of the sleek limousine.

The star of the evening, Isabella Laurent, stepped out to thunderous cheers.

With a striking blend of Asian, French, and Italian heritage, Isabella possessed cascading dark curls and mesmerizing almond-shaped eyes. Her statuesque 1.76-meter frame ensured she stood out effortlessly in any crowd.

Unprepared for the overwhelming enthusiasm of Crestview’s fans, the usually composed superstar softened, offering a rare smile and wave to the ecstatic crowd.

"Isabella! I grew up watching your movies!"

"How does she look even more stunning in person?!"

Guided by her manager and bodyguard, Isabella made her way inside, bypassing the chaos for a private elevator to the banquet hall.

Outside, Nathan and Oliver Sinclair awaited her arrival. The moment she appeared, Nathan stepped forward with effortless grace, extending a hand.

"Ms. Laurent, welcome to Crestview."

Tonight, Nathan was immaculate in a tailored four-piece suit, exuding an aura of power and sophistication that matched the superstar’s own magnetism.

"Mr. Blackwood." Isabella returned the handshake with equal poise.

"First time in Crestview—how are you finding it?"

"My mother was born here," she replied, her voice warm. "In a way, this city is part of my roots. Even though it’s my first visit, the moment I stepped off the plane, I felt like I belonged."

Nathan’s effortless charm dissolved any initial tension, and soon, the two were walking into the banquet hall, engaged in easy conversation.

Inside, the air hummed with the presence of high society, perfumed with the scent of wealth and prestige. Isabella’s entrance sent a ripple of excitement through the room—even A-list celebrities considered rushing over for a photo.

After all, Isabella was a figure usually seen only at events like the Oscars.

Nearly every woman in attendance couldn’t resist stealing glances at Nathan. With the obstacle of Victoria Sterling gone, Crestview’s elite socialites and heiresses were now vying for the coveted position of becoming the next Mrs. Blackwood.

Nathan was, without question, the most eligible bachelor in the city.

Meanwhile, Penelope Whitmore and Cassandra Blackwood stood to the side, their expressions darkening as they clutched their champagne glasses. Despite being part of the Blackwood family, they had been relegated to the background.

"Mother, we’re Blackwoods too. Why should we let Nathan steal the spotlight?" Cassandra muttered bitterly.

Penelope’s jaw tightened.

As the wife of Blackwood Industries’ chairman and a former actress, Penelope was accustomed to being the center of attention. She refused to be ignored.

With a practiced smile, she sauntered toward Nathan and Isabella, her hips swaying.

"Ms. Laurent, I’ve heard so much about you. You truly exceed expectations."

Isabella glanced briefly at Nathan, her expression unreadable.