Chapter 4
Cassandra headed directly for Aidan’s office and was about to knock when she noticed that the door was slightly ajar.
Through the gap, she saw Clara leaning intimately into Aidan’s arms, whispering softly, “Honey, do you prefer me or Cassandra?”
Aldan wrapped an arm around Clara’s waist and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Of course, I only love you, sweetheart. But we should be careful at work. Cassandra’s still around.”
Clara pouted, sounding aggrieved and unhappy, “You always say that, but you’re still so nice to her. You don’t really love me!”
Aidan immediately rubbed her back, comforting her gently. “Come on, you’re the only one I love. Cassandra’s one of the founders and still holds significant shares. Right now, we still need her designs, but once the time is right, I’ll deal with her. Trust me, you’re the only one in my heart.”
Only then did Clara smile, though still somewhat reluctant. She continued in a sweet but demanding voice, “Aidan, how about giving me Cassandra’s latest designs for the competition? I want to help you out.”
Aldan smiled softly, a calculating; look flashing through his eyes. “Not yet. After this jewelry competition, I’ll find an appropriate reason to remove her from management. Then, the company will belong to us.”
Clara finally nodded, satisfied. She spoke coyly. “That’s more like it. But you better keep your word. Don’t go soft–hearted on me again.”
Aidan playfully pinched her nose and chuckled. “Relax, when have I ever lied to you?”
Standing just outside the door, Cassandra’s heart turned icy.
She hadn’t expected Aldan to already start plotting to remove her from the company entirely–In cahoots with Clara, to boot.
Cassandra clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging painfully into her palms, though she couldn’t even feel it right now.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down. She quietly took a few steps back and left the doorway.
Back in her office, Cassandra saf in her seat, her mind racing.
Her gaze fell on the unfinished jewelry designs scattered across her desk, and an Idea slowly formed in her mind.
Aldan knew Cassandra had arrived at the company and soon entered her office.
Seeing her calm and composed at her desk, he frowned slightly.
He walked over and leaned toward her desk, placing both hands on it. Itis voice softened as he tried to ease the tension. “Cassandra, like I already told you, Clara is just like a younger sister to me. The guys were just drunk and joking around last night.”
Cassandra raised her head and looked at him calmly, a faint smile forming on her lips, though her eyes remained cold. “Aidan, I made myself clear yesterday. We’re done. Also, I’ll be selling my shares. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other.”
Aidan’s expression stiffened slightly. “Cassie, you’re really misunderstanding things. If you don’t believe me, I can have Clara personally explain things.”
“No need,” Cassandra Interrupted coldly. “Aidan, we’re not children anymore. Some things should remain unspoken. Whatever you and Clara have going on
doesn’t interest me anymore.”
Aidan’s face darkened, his voice becoming threatening. “Cassandra, what exactly do you mean by this? Are you seriously letting something this minor affect our relationship?”
“Something minor?” Cassandra chuckled bitterly, sarcasm evident in her eyes. “Is this minor to you, Aidan? Or do you just think I’m some fool you can play whenever you want?”
Aidan’s brows knitted together, his tone turning cold and harsh. “Don’t push me too far, Cassandra I’ll forgive your attitude this time, but don’t let it happen again.”
Cassandra stood up, meeting his gaze directly, her voice calm and unwavering. “Aidan, I’m serious.”
Tension filled the room Instantly, the atmosphere charged as though about to explode,
Aidan clenched his fists briefly, but in the end, he just laughed coldly, turning toward the door. “Think carefully about this, Cassandra.”
with those words, he left the office without looking back, slamming the door shut.
Cassandra stood quietly, inhaling deeply to calm her emotions.
Then, she tinmediately began to work. Soon, she’d transfer her projects, sell her shares, and walk away from this mess forever.
Alimited edition Maybach rolled smoothly into the driveway of the Freeman residence. Its sleek, modern design stood out against the classic, stately home. It came to a clean stop in the center of the driveway.
The car door opened, revealing a pair of polished leather shoes as Tristan stepped out and entered the living room with long strides.
Inside, Julia Durham was sitting confortably, watching TV. Hearing footsteps, she glanced up and immediately brightened. “Well, look who finally made it home! se, td you go through the photos! sent you?”
Tristan approached, his usually sterface showing a hint of helplessness. “Mom, what were you thinking? Why were there pictures of men mixed in with the Batmaking pantiles?”
kalau paarned fær lips and replied casually, “I just wanted to give you more options. What if you turned out to prefer men? Honestly, I don’t care who you bring besine just get married soon”
Tristan’s th twitted witghdy, replying firmly but gently. “Mam, my preferences are perfectly normal. Please stop doing things like this. Do you really think I
Chapter 4
Julia waved dismissively, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Honestly, why are you so stubborn? It’s a modern world. It doesn’t matter whether you like men or
women.”
Tristan tugged at his deep blue tie, visibly exasperated. “Mom, don’t trouble yourself anymore. I’ve already found myself a wife.”
Julia immediately rolled her eyes again. “Oh, please. You’re bluffing again. Fine, if you really did find a wife, then bring her home!”
“I will, in three days,” Tristan replied calmly.
Julia stared at him, momentarily convinced she’d heard wrong. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely!” Tristan nodded, then walked upstairs.
Julia sprang up from the couch, shouting frantically, “Benjamin, come quick! Your stubborn son is finally getting married!”
Upstairs, Tristan sighed helplessly at his mother’s reaction.
After leaving the office, Cassandra returned home and had dinner with Eleanor. Now, she was quietly packing her belongings.
She was still worrying about how to tell Eleanor she’d married someone other than Aidan.
It gave her a terrible headache.
At that moment, her phone chimed with a new message.
2:2
