Chapter 90

Isabella Winslow rushed toward Alexander Kingsley in her high heels, arms outstretched.

Nathan Carter swiftly stepped between them.

"Miss Winslow," he said with a professional smile, "mind the setting."

Isabella's grin froze. She looked up at Alexander, only to find his gaze already fixed on Evelyn Sinclair across the room.

Evelyn raised her glass of juice, smiling politely at the producer. "I'm allergic to alcohol. This will do."

Beads of sweat formed on the producer's forehead. Alexander's piercing stare carried an unspoken warning.

"Alex," Isabella tugged at his sleeve, undeterred, "I saved you a seat—"

Alexander shook her off, his attention never leaving Evelyn.

Only after watching Evelyn finish her drink did he finally turn to Isabella. "What did you say?"

The restaurant fell silent. Isabella's face burned as if she'd been publicly slapped.

"Add a seat," Alexander ordered Nathan.

Isabella clenched her fists. The muffled giggles of the supporting actresses felt like needles in her ears.

Just then, Evelyn's phone rang.

"Evelyn! Emergency!" Martha Nash's voice crackled through the receiver. "Orange Media claims you took their money!"

Evelyn arched a brow. "Legal reviewed my contract with them."

"They transferred funds to your sister's medical account!" Martha hissed. "The exact amount of the penalty fee!"

Evelyn's eyes turned icy. She checked that account nightly—except tonight.

"Martha," she said calmly, "Orange Media will issue a public apology tomorrow."

Hanging up, Evelyn turned to leave.

"Miss Sinclair," Isabella blocked her path, malice glinting in her eyes, "trouble at work?"

Evelyn smiled faintly. "You'll find out soon enough, Miss Winslow."

Before Isabella could react, Alexander was already striding after Evelyn.

"Evelyn Sinclair!" His voice echoed down the hallway.