Chapter 96

Vivian arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow with the indifference of a queen dismissing an insignificant subject. "Yes, darling, I'm the villainess of this little drama. Are we done here? Or do you need to deliver another monologue about my shortcomings? If not, consider your message received."

She pivoted on her stiletto heels, but Adrian's broad frame materialized before her like an immovable fortress. "You're not stepping inside without me."

Crossing her arms, Vivian met his stormy gaze without flinching. "Not tonight, Blackwood. Find your own way in."

A harsh laugh escaped Adrian's lips, his jaw tightening visibly. "You're holding my damn invitation. What's your game now?"

Vivian's crimson lips pursed. She'd arrived with Damien. When exactly had Adrian entrusted her with anything?

The escalating tension drew Damien's attention. He approached with measured steps, nodding at Adrian before turning to Vivian. "Trouble?"

The flustered waiter saw salvation in Damien's arrival. Before Vivian could respond, he blurted, "Mr. Vaughn, this gentleman claims Miss Hartley has his invitation."

Damien assessed the situation instantly. "This is Mr. Kingsley's business associate and CEO of Blackwood Group," he explained smoothly. "An invitation would never be an issue for him. Clearly a misunderstanding. You may return to your post - I'll escort Mr. Blackwood personally."

The waiter practically fled in relief.

Turning to Adrian, Damien added context. "Vivian accompanied me as Mr. Kingsley invested in our new production. That tiny evening bag couldn't possibly hold an invitation. You've made an incorrect assumption, Mr. Blackwood."

Adrian's expression darkened as realization dawned. Yet that familiar irritation simmered beneath his polished exterior. Why would she arrive with this unassuming filmmaker when she could have commanded her own entrance? Was this another calculated provocation?

His original purpose - to speak with Margaret - now seemed trivial compared to this new development. Shrugging off his tailored jacket, he moved to drape it over Vivian's bare shoulders. "What the hell are you wearing? We'll table our history for now, but you're coming with me."

Vivian sidestepped gracefully, letting the jacket fall. "My wardrobe choices ceased being your concern when I filed for divorce. Or did you forget the paperwork?"

"We're still legally married." Adrian's voice dropped to a dangerous register.

"I've moved out and submitted the documents." Vivian held her ground. "If you continue being difficult, the court will handle it after the mandatory separation period."

Reginald noticed the commotion and approached. "Mr. Blackwood! Had I known you were attending..."

Sensing Vivian's discomfort, Damien smoothly intervened. "Mr. Blackwood, several investors have been asking about our film's progress. I'll take Vivian to greet them. My apologies for the poor hospitality - allow me to make it up with dinner later."

Vivian shot Damien a grateful smile and followed his lead.

Ever the observant spectator, Reginald chuckled as he watched them go. "The beauty Mr. Vaughn brought is quite extraordinary. At first glance, one might assume she's his latest muse. Though both insist otherwise."