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    Chapter 3


    “Michael, don’t bring up the past again if you know me well enough, okay?” Cassandra chimed in.


    A year ago, Cassandra had left her flourishing career behind to tie the knot with Ondo in Broburgh.


    And all she received in return was a divorce agreement


    Michael’s heart sank. He believed she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. A glimmer of resentment


    shadowed his usually bright eyes.


    Spotting his somber expression, Cassandra said gently, “Michael, no marriage is foolproof. Being


    married to him for a year, that’s enough for me. Don’t feel sorry for me. You can’t impose love on


    someone.”


    “In that case, a divorce might be better indeed. Once your divorce is settled, I won’t hesitate anymore…


    out of fear that it might upset you,” Michael mumbled, his voice bing a murmur toward the end.


    Cassandra leaned in closer. “What was that about hesitating?”


    Scrapping his initial response, Michael, with an abrupt change of tone, said, “Oh, it’s just that I’ve never


    been a fan of Ondo. Now, I don’t have to keep up the charade to save you from any awkwardness.”


    Cassandra just smiled. The hostility between Ondo and Michael had always puzzled her. It was as if


    they were destined to be adversaries. In her mind, it was the male equivalent of two gorgeous women


    vying for the


    spotlight.


    Once they reached Hawley Real Estate, the project manager, Kendall Rowe, declined to aid in the


    giarism investigation. Instead, he warned them about a potentialwsuit and demanded for


    Finally, Kendall revealed a glimmer of hope. “We’ve just managed to get in with the Quinn Group. But,


    this incident has put them off. Unless you can convince the Quinn Group to change their minds,


    negotiations are off


    the table.”


    ‘Quinn Group? That’s Ondo’spany. No way is there a chance of that happening, the duo


    pondered.


    Once they left Hawley Real Estate, Michael attempted to lighten up the mood. “Don’t worry, we’ll get


    through it. It will all work out, alright?”


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    Cassandra smiled, thinking, “How’s he gonna swing it? The only method I see is through Ondo’s


    intervention. But we’re headed for a divorce. Why would he bother to lend a hand?‘


    With no enthusiasm left within her to head back to work, she asked Michael to drop her off at


    Dustmeadow


    Mansion.


    Cassandra was burdened by her thoughts during the drive. The news of her pregnancy, coupled with


    her job. situation, left her feeling more lost than ever. She kept wondering, “What am I supposed to do


    now?”


    As they arrived at Dustmeadow Mansion, Cassandra stepped out of the car, her beauty illuminated in


    the warm glow of the sunset. Turning to Michael, she said, “Let’s revisit this matter after I’ve had time to


    think it through. Drive safe, alright?”


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    Michael smiled in response. As he was about to reply, his gaze drifted toward a figure towering on the


    mansion’s second–floor balcony.


    Fixing his gaze on the figure, he called Cassandra back, “Cassie, I’ve got something to tell you.”


    Intrigued, Cassandra leaned in toward the driver’s window. Michael reached out and gently touched her


    hair. “Take care of yourself, okay?”


    This gesture took Cassandra by surprise, leaving her a bit confused. The proximity between them could


    easily be


    misconstrued as a romantic moment.


    The figure on the balcony, meanwhile, watched the entire scene unfold. His chiseled features


    hardened, ayer of frost settling in his usually sparkling eyes.


    As Cassandra watched Michael drive away, she turned around and went inside the mansion.


    As soon as she stepped inside, an irritable voice echoed, “Did you rush out just to see him?”


    Looking up, she saw Ondo descending the stairs. Their eyes locked, Cassandra responded


    nonchntly, “I


    had to attend to some work.”


    Ondo’s piercing blue eyes were frigid. “Cassandra, we’re not divorced yet. I hope you can maintain a


    distance


    from other men.”


    Cassandra felt a jolt of annoyance. ‘Why’s he lecturing me? A casual car ride with a friend isn’t an


    offense. What about his constant visits to the hospital to see Reba? I’ve been silent, but that doesn’t


    mean I’m oblivious,”


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    she thought to herself.


    Her gaze was aloof as she mocked, “Sure, but you might wanna practice what you preach, right? It’s


    unfair to forbid me from doing something you’re doing yourself.”