Chapter 109

The first part of the live broadcast went smoothly enough, considering the script selection debacle. No one could pinpoint who was responsible for the leaks, so they brushed it off as a misunderstanding—at least on the surface.

Sebastian, ever the opportunist, played the humble card, taking full blame. He claimed he lacked confidence against Team A-list and chose what he knew best, admitting his oversight was entirely his fault.

Truthfully, this could have resolved everything from the start. But Sebastian was too proud to admit defeat—too ashamed to acknowledge failure. Rather than tarnish his own reputation, he’d happily let others take the fall.

Yet here he was, forced to confess. With their relationship about to go public, blaming his agent, Isabelle, would make him look like a fool. So, he scrapped his original plan and started fresh.

Evelyn couldn’t help but smirk whenever she thought about it—Sebastian’s grand schemes crumbling to dust, and Isabelle getting tossed aside without a second thought.

Then came the joint live broadcast with Adrian and Seraphina, where they announced their united front, vowing to face the consequences together. A touching display of solidarity—or so they wanted everyone to believe.

Evelyn nearly choked on her laughter.

The audience, however, was baffled.

Not just Evelyn—the entire internet, mere spectators, had never witnessed such audacious maneuvering. It was enough to leave everyone speechless.

The scene unfolded with the three of them hosting together—Sebastian seated center stage, flanked by Adrian and Seraphina.

Netizen: Can someone explain why you three are suddenly besties?

Netizen: Adrian, blink twice if you’re being held hostage. Don’t let those two snakes beside you fool you.

Netizen: Sebastian, why are you in the middle? Trying to show us what a third wheel looks like in real time?

Netizen: Are affairs just… openly accepted now?

Netizen: No, no, our Seb didn’t come to break up this happy home—he came to join it.

Netizen: Honestly? As long as you three are happy. I don’t get it, but I respect the chaos.

Netizen: I am so confused right now.

Evelyn burst out laughing, her melodic "hahaha" echoing through the penthouse.

Nathan, struggling with his shirt in the bathroom, paused at the sound.

The Blackwood family, eavesdropping from the living room, erupted into fits of laughter.

This generation of netizens had no filter—zero regard for the feelings of fans or the so-called "main characters."

Meanwhile, the fans were losing it.

Fan: Sebastian, speak up! Did you betray your friends to steal their girlfriends?

Fan: Adrian, DUMP HER ALREADY!

Fan: Seraphina, tell us you’re not playing both sides!

Unfazed, the trio ignored the comments and dropped their bombshells.

Adrian went first. "I planned to announce this after the show, but things escalated. The truth is, Seraphina and I broke up amicably a while ago. We’re just friends now."

The chat exploded.

Fan: Are you kidding me? You two were all over each other at events last month!

Fan: Entertainment industry politics, folks. No permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

Fan: Or maybe they did break up but had to fake it for contracts.

Fan: Poor Adrian, swallowing his pride to protect his ex.

Fan: *Please, Adrian’s a known playboy. For all we know, Seraphina dumped him.

Before the chaos settled, Seraphina chimed in.

"Adrian and I really are over. As for Sebastian… we actually dated five years ago when we were rookies. Misunderstandings tore us apart, but this collaboration cleared things up. So… we’re giving it another shot."

Adrian smiled, playing the magnanimous ex. "Even though we’re not together, I want her to be happy. Turns out, Sebastian and I work well together, and I helped patch things up between them. Guess I played matchmaker."

The fans were livid.

They’d defended their idols tirelessly, fought online battles, even gotten into legal trouble over rumors—only to find out their idols had already moved on.

Evelyn snorted. "Adrian, how do you say that with a straight face? Out of all the lies you three spun, yours is the funniest."

Still, this was better than the original malicious scheme. At least they hadn’t dragged Isabelle through the mud.

Most of the backlash would blow over eventually. Some fans would leave, but the damage was contained.

Sebastian was mid-speech when the bathroom door clicked open.

Evelyn turned—and froze.

Nathan stood there, hair damp, steam curling off his skin like mist over marble. His eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto hers.

A towel draped over his broad shoulders, he wore black silk pajama pants, one arm lazily tucked into a matching robe.

Fresh from the shower, his skin glowed like polished jade—flawless, sculpted, dangerously tempting.

Evelyn’s breath hitched.

Men fresh out of the shower are lethal.

Nathan arched a brow.

"You’re done? Why didn’t you call me?" She sprang up, snatching his clothes. "Here, let me help."

She fumbled with the robe, fingers brushing taut muscle. Every accidental touch sent sparks up her spine.

Nathan watched, amused, as she circled him like a nervous stylist.

Then—Sebastian’s voice cut through the live feed.

"One more announcement. Due to creative differences, my agent Isabelle and I have officially parted ways."

Evelyn’s hands stilled.

Nathan’s robe hung half-open, but she barely noticed. She dropped back onto the couch, eyes glued to the screen.

What now? I thought we were done with Isabelle.

With a sigh, Nathan grabbed a towel, ruffled his hair dry, and joined her.

The drama wasn’t over yet.