Chapter 165

The unease clung to Vivian like a second skin as her eyes darted across the dimly lit alley. A single security camera watched over the entrance, its unblinking eye the only witness to the twisting shadows that offered perfect concealment.

"You're not yourself today. Maybe you should rest? I can cover your scenes tonight." Sebastian's voice held genuine concern as he took in her ashen complexion.

Vivian sat rigidly beside him, fingers twisting in her lap. "It's probably nothing. Just this... persistent feeling of being watched."

Sebastian leaned forward, scanning the gathering dusk. "I don't see anyone. Maybe just some overeager fan catching a glimpse of their favorite actress."

He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Relax. We're on government property here. No crazed fans or tabloid vultures would dare cause trouble."

Vivian offered a noncommittal hum, her thoughts racing. If Ethan had confirmed those dangerous men were still in custody without bail, then who could be following her? Maxwell's face flashed through her mind, but she dismissed it immediately.

Her shooting schedule was public knowledge - Maxwell had no need for such theatrics if he wanted to see her. Yet the prickling sensation between her shoulder blades refused to fade.

The week in Emberglow County passed in a tense blur. Only when filming wrapped did Vivian finally exhale. Time accelerated, and suddenly it was the day of Beatrice's birthday celebration. Unlike previous extravagant hotel affairs, this year's event was hosted at Blackwood Manor under the pretense of modesty - though everyone knew the real purpose was to push Adrian and Vivian closer together.

As the matriarch, Margaret oversaw every detail personally. From floral arrangements to the guest list, menu planning to entertainment schedules - no element escaped her meticulous attention. The workload was staggering, but Margaret embraced it with fervor. This wasn't just a party; it was her chance to demonstrate her capabilities to the Blackwood elders and cement her status among the elite.

As evening fell, guests began arriving. Margaret greeted each with practiced charm, directing early arrivals to the gardens where rare orchids imported specifically for the occasion created a breathtaking display. While compliments showered down, Beatrice pulled Margaret aside with a frown.

"Where's Adrian?"

Margaret, flushed with praise, waved a dismissive hand. "Probably at the office. Don't fret - he'll be here for your toast."

Beatrice's expression darkened. "Still working? I told him days ago to bring Vivian."

Margaret's smile stiffened. After all her efforts, Beatrice's first concern was still that actress. "They're signing a hundred-million-Sterling contract with a European firm today. Surely business takes precedence over Vivian?" Since the last family gathering, Margaret had been waiting for the perfect moment to discuss Vivian's divorce from Adrian. In her eyes, Vivian was an ill-fitting thorn in the Blackwood family's side - someone who needed replacing with "better stock."

With an exasperated sigh, Beatrice waved her off. "Fine. Keep entertaining. I'll call Adrian myself."