Chapter 212
The afternoon sun slanted across the film set, casting sharp reflections from the diamond brooch pinned to Evelyn Roland's chest. The man who had given it to her stood in the shadows, his lips curling into an amused smirk.
This young woman actually knew the long-lost ancient restoration techniques.
He checked his watch before turning away, his gaze lingering briefly on Olivia Valdemar.
"Don't worry. The doctor's coming." Evelyn pressed her hand over Olivia's trembling fingers.
Fiona Valentine clutched Felicity's costume sleeve so tightly her nails nearly tore through the fabric. "Do you realize what you've done?"
Felicity's face turned ashen. Her lips trembled wordlessly as she stared at Evelyn's retreating figure, suddenly shuddering.
Amid the chaotic set noises, Evelyn's voice cut through with crystalline clarity.
"Dylan Orlando, withdraw all funding from 'Moonlight' immediately." A deliberate pause. "I want Felicity Valentine blacklisted from this industry."
The director's phone rang. His complexion grayed the moment he answered. "CH Holdings... actually pulled out?"
Felicity stumbled backward, her high heels catching on the elaborate costume skirt.
"Impossible!" Fiona shrieked. "There's no way she's CH's—"
"CEO." Evelyn completed the sentence, her gaze sweeping across everyone present.
Twitter exploded with trending hashtags. Felicity's scandals poured out like blizzard flurries—on-set bullying, bribing judges, even video evidence of drug use.
Her fan club president publicly announced its dissolution.
Felicity collapsed onto the dusty floor, her expensive costume ruined. When she finally looked up at Evelyn, she saw the glacial ice in those eyes.
"You thought beauty alone gave you the right to bully others?" Evelyn bent down, letting the brooch's cold glare flash across Felicity's face. "Now you understand karma?"
Sirens wailed in the distance. As paramedics lifted Olivia onto a stretcher, she gripped Evelyn's wrist with surprising strength.
"Evelyn..." Her whisper barely carried. "Don't let them get away with this."
Evelyn squeezed her hand in silent promise.
Outside the set, the mysterious man observed everything from his black sedan. Rubbing his jade signet ring, he dialed a number. "Investigate Evelyn Roland's connection to CH Jewelry."
Fiona slid down against a wall, watching her cousin's breakdown with dawning horror—the Valentine family was finished.
Utterly destroyed.