Chapter 90

Leaning casually against the polished mahogany table, Sebastian arched an eyebrow. "And the second matter?"

Reginald Kingsley, the primary investor of 'Ambermyst,' is hosting Spotlight Night this weekend," Damien Vaughn continued smoothly. "Sebastian, would you consider attending?"

A frown creased Sebastian's handsome features as he shook his head. "I'm committed to Blazing Horizon's international filming this weekend. Can't possibly return."

His gaze shifted to Vivian, an uncharacteristic warmth softening his expression. "This opportunity might be better suited for Katrina—I mean, Vivian. As a rising star, networking at such events would be invaluable."

Ever since discovering Vivian's true identity as the brilliant writer Katrina Spencer, Sebastian had undergone a dramatic transformation—from cold skepticism to something resembling devoted admiration.

Damien turned his piercing gaze toward Vivian, silently seeking her response.

The evening of Spotlight Night arrived, transforming Harbor Grand Hotel into a glittering spectacle. When Vivian entered on Damien's arm, the entire ballroom seemed to hold its breath.

Damien cut a striking figure in his ivory tuxedo with diamond-encrusted epaulets, looking every bit the storybook prince bathed in celestial light. His platinum hair caught the chandelier's glow, creating an almost ethereal aura.

Beside him, Vivian wore a daring crimson silk gown that would have overwhelmed lesser women. Yet on her, the vibrant fabric became a masterpiece—a rare tropical blossom against fresh snow. Her natural elegance outshone even the most extravagant jewels in the room. Those luminous eyes, deep as twilight, seemed to dim the chandelier's thousand crystals.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd: "Which elite family does she belong to? That poise! That grace!"

Noticing Vivian's momentary distraction, Damien leaned in closer.

"Relax," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Vivian nodded, refocusing. Her fingers tightened slightly around the engraved invitation card—its intricate design triggering a strange sense of déjà vu, though the memory remained frustratingly just out of reach.

Reginald Kingsley approached—a man in his prime who defied conventional expectations of middle age. His energetic stride and sharp eyes put most younger men to shame. Generosity and intelligence radiated from his every gesture.

As CEO of Kingsley Studios and primary backer of "Ambermyst," he carried undeniable authority. A uniformed waiter trailed behind with a tray of champagne flutes.

Selecting two glasses, Reginald offered one to Damien. "Mr. Vaughn, what an unexpected pleasure. You're not known for making social appearances."

His observation held truth. Damien's notorious discretion explained why Vivian, despite years at Ivory Phoenix Productions, had never crossed paths with him before, and why tabloids struggled to capture his image.

Damien accepted the champagne with a gracious nod. "How could I refuse your invitation, Mr. Kingsley?"

Turning to Vivian, he made the introduction. "This is our lead actress for the upcoming series. I thought it beneficial for her to make your acquaintance."