Chapter 434

The bombshell Evelyn dropped had everyone's jaws on the floor.

First, she exposed how Monarch Grand Hotels had breached the contract with Isabella Laurent.

Second, she immediately organized an event for Éclat magazine - clearly damage control after losing Isabella's business.

Third, under Evelyn's management, Monarch Grand had failed spectacularly at customer privacy protection. A shocking negligence for any GM.

Isabella's switch to Blackwood Hotel proved which establishment truly delivered five-star service.

Reporters descended upon Evelyn like vultures, firing rapid questions with predatory intensity.

Evelyn saw right through Cassandra's game.

This was a calculated media ambush orchestrated by Cassandra and Penelope.

Even their flawless makeup couldn't conceal their smug expressions.

What pathetic clowns.

Isabella and Vivienne made their grand entrance together.

They took in the scene - Evelyn cornered by reporters while Cassandra smirked.

Vivienne adjusted her designer sunglasses. "Perhaps you were too hasty canceling with Ms. Carter."

Isabella arched a perfect brow. "Oh?"

"Her brother Sebastian is extraordinary. The most breathtaking man I've ever laid eyes on."

Vivienne's eyes sparkled behind dark lenses. "My absolute dream man."

"What does that have to do with my hotel contract?" Isabella looked genuinely puzzled.

Vivienne's voice turned pleading. "Couldn't you reconsider? She might be family someday."

Isabella nearly choked. Was this supposed to be persuasive?

No one noticed the lone figure observing from the mezzanine.

Nathan Blackwood stood motionless, his piercing gaze locked on the drama below.

Watching Evelyn's composed expression, his lips curved with dark amusement.

She wouldn't go down without a fight.

Evelyn never retreated from battle.

"Sir, the reporters are tearing her apart with false accusations," Oliver murmured.

Nathan's expression turned glacial. "Even framed, I can't intervene. My involvement would only complicate matters further."

This was Evelyn's fight alone.

"I need two favors," Nathan's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

Oliver leaned in. "Name them."