Chapter 137

Scoop Evelyn Up

Nathan and Julian stormed backstage, their faces dark with fury. As they passed the dressing rooms, Isabelle Laurent called out cheerfully, "Mr. Blackwood, how's your health?"

Normally unflappable, Nathan was visibly struggling to keep his composure. He shot Isabelle a withering glare, as if blaming her for stirring unnecessary trouble.

"Oh dear, that expression says it all. Still not feeling well? Should we call an ambulance?" Evelyn feigned concern, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

Nathan ignored her completely, striding away without a word.

Julian's gaze was equally stormy. That cunning little witch slipped through our fingers again. And if this is true, does that mean Uncle Nathan won't get his divorce after all?

With a final scowl, Julian followed his uncle out.

Evelyn caught their expressions and smirked in triumph.

It's rare to see Isabelle so flustered. Then again, what Nathan did was truly despicable.

Turning back to the group, Isabelle remarked, "Well, that turned out better than expected."

Evelyn beamed. Of course it did. I wanted Nathan to overreach and end up worse off.

Though inwardly smug, she kept her expression neutral, not wanting to arouse suspicion.

Meanwhile, the Blackwoods remained with Evelyn, recalling the reason for the performance order change. Relief and triumph surged through them.

As Isabelle pulled out her laptop to monitor the online backlash, she explained, "Originally, we planned to wait until Seraphina's play ended before addressing the smear campaign and clearing her name. Now, we've saved ourselves the trouble."

Genevieve tilted her head. "So you don't need to defend her anymore?"

"Thanks to the momentum we've built, people will dig up dirt on Seraphina based on her performance in those five acts. Even without evidence for the next five, netizens will scrutinize everything from a new angle," Isabelle replied, fingers flying across the keyboard.

Her lips curled coldly. "And right on cue, here they come."

The group buzzed with curiosity, but seeing Isabelle's focused excitement, they knew a major move was underway and didn't press for details.

Evelyn, however, quickly pieced it together.

Those fools can't stand seeing Seraphina succeed. The moment there's a chance to clear her name, they start screeching like banshees.

The Blackwoods exchanged glances. The smear campaign group?

They're nobodies. How dare they play victims? They've never known real justice. Go on, Isabelle—crush them!

Soon, they realized Seraphina's school days were being dredged up again.

These people, who'd once stood on moral high ground to attack Seraphina, couldn't bear the thought of her vindication. If she were cleared, they'd become the villains.

Isabelle was a pro at handling this—leaking scandals, hiring ghostwriters, and manipulating public opinion.

In truth, perspective shaped history.

If Seraphina were framed as malicious, everything would be blamed on her. But with goodwill? The narrative would flip entirely.

Isabelle just needed to release the full story, leaving no room for twisted interpretations. The public would do the rest.

"Maybe we can arrange a perfect ending," Isabelle mused.

Evelyn perked up. "Are you planning to invite Seraphina for a live agency signing after the performance?"

Another voice chimed in: Can't you see? Evelyn and Julian are backing Seraphina—remember who they are. We can't afford to cross them.

One suggested: Let's see how Seraphina performs first. If she fails, the internet will tear her apart without our help.

Another urged: Mrs. Blackwood, say something!

Margaret's response was icy: Look what happened to the others. It's her or us. Mobilize everything—nail Seraphina down for good, or we're .

A flood of ghostwriters began posting inflammatory comments, and trolls invaded the livestream. But with so many neutral viewers watching, their impact was minimal.

"No need to explain. Many have already reached out," the other side replied coolly.

After all, Seraphina had made too many enemies that night. The fallout was inevitable.

Julian couldn't take calls onstage, and few had Evelyn's number.

So, they called the only other person who could handle this.

Nathan ignored his buzzing phone and pushed through the backstage door. His eyes locked onto Evelyn, who was laughing while typing on her phone, watching the livestream. She seemed fine.

Nathan exhaled in relief and strode toward her.

The remaining staff members perked up at the sight of this imposing, disheveled man heading straight for Evelyn. Their gossip radar pinged—forget Seraphina, this was juicier.

They'd wondered if Evelyn was involved with Julian, given how close the Blackwoods were to her. But now, with this even more striking man appearing? The speculation went wild.

"Evelyn!" Nathan's voice was tense.

She turned, surprised. "Nathan? What are you doing here?"

Tonight, he looked different—his usually pristine suit rumpled from running, hair slightly mussed. His intense gaze dropped to her feet, propped on a footrest. He couldn't tell which was injured.

"I saw you fall during the livestream. Dad said you hurt your foot. Since the play's under control, I'm taking you to the hospital."

Without waiting for a reply, he reached for her, ready to scoop her into his arms.