Chapter 450

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, studying Nathan with intense curiosity.

That face... Why does she seem so familiar? Someone in the crowd whispered.

Oh! I remember now! Isn't she that mistress of Spotlight News' director? The one exposed during that scandalous live broadcast?

I'm shocked she's still alive. I would've buried myself in shame by now. How can she still show her face in public?

Honestly, death would be preferable to living with that disgrace. But why is she here?

Vivian's hands trembled as she drew a deep breath. "I've come today to bear witness to a crime, to seek redemption, and to apologize for my actions." Her voice shook. "I owe Ms. Kingsley, General Manager of Monarch Grand Hotels, my deepest apologies. My name is Vivian Prescott, former journalist for Spotlight News. My greed and foolishness made me abandon all professional ethics."

She continued, "I bribed Ms. Kingsley's staff to steal Isabella Wang's wedding designs and sold them to other media outlets. This caused Ms. Kingsley to breach her contract, resulting in the termination of her collaboration with Isabella Wang."

The crowd gasped. No one had imagined the complex web behind Evelyn and Isabella's broken contract. The revelations were staggering!

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Sympathetic glances turned toward Evelyn. Being known as Alexa had bestowed an ethereal grace upon her.

To the onlookers, Evelyn appeared as pure and beautiful as an angel. She seemed too delicate for this world - better suited for some sacred temple, far from earthly dangers.

"Ms. Prescott!" A reporter shouted. "Are you saying someone manipulated you?"

"Who paid you off?"

"Was your car accident staged? Did someone try to silence you?"

Journalists swarmed Vivian, rapid-fire questions creating a whirlwind of conspiracy theories.

Vivian closed her eyes, drawing another steadying breath. When she reopened them, her hand rose decisively, finger pointing directly at Cassandra.

"It was Ms. Blackwood who ordered me to do it!"

A deafening roar filled Cassandra's ears. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, her vision blurring at the edges.

Five nights earlier, in a sterile hospital room, Vivian had clutched her sheets nervously. Her gaze flickered to the devastatingly handsome man whose mere presence filled the room with palpable tension. Her hospital gown clung to her, damp with cold sweat.

Nathan sat motionless, his chiseled features unreadable. Oliver stood nearby, his stare like ice.

"Thank you for saving my life, Mr. Blackwood," Vivian had whispered, voice trembling.

"Do you know why I saved you?" Nathan's voice was arctic as he toyed with a silver lighter. Vivian dared not respond.

"Because you still have value to me." The lighter snapped shut with finality. His dark lashes lowered. "One word from me, and you either walk out of here... or never walk again. I could make you disappear entirely."

"Mr. Blackwood!" Vivian had gasped, her body going limp with terror. "Just tell me what you want! Whatever it is, I'll do it! I'll give you everything!"

Nathan's obsidian eyes gleamed as he rolled an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

"Name Cassandra Blackwood as the mastermind. Clear my wife's name."