Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Cassandra looked aside with dull eyes, and she heard Ondo’s gentle voice. “Don’t worry, I will make
them all like you. Take care of yourself and leave everything else to me, okay?”
Soon, the call ended.
Cassandra said calmly, “Let Ms. Spencer know not to worry. I won’t pester you. I’ll do my best to
persuade Grandpa Peter. I’m more anxious than you guys.”
After all, she was pregnant. As time went by, Ondo would inevitably find out about it.
Ondo frowned and turned to the woman beside him. He said, “Reba was just making a casual
remark. You don’t have to be upset. My stance remains the same–whether we are divorced or not, you
can stille to me if you need anything in the future.”
“I didn’t. Why should I be mad?” Cassandra replied.
“Are you really in a hurry to get divorced?” Ondo asked.
“Aren’t you the same?” she asked softly, not looking at him but looking out of the window.
Ondo gazed at her beautiful profile and asked, “If you were in such a hurry, why didn’t you bring it up
earlier?”
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Cassandra paused, pursed her lips, and pretended to be indifferent. “There’s no particr reason.”
If she could figure out why, she would have already discovered why she fell in love with him in the first
ce.
Ondo didn’t press further. He nced at the time on his watch and said, “Apany me to the
hospital first, and then the driver can take you back.”
“No. I can get off here,” Cassandra hurriedly replied.
“I don’t mean anything else. The hospital is not far from here, and it’s on the way to our house. If you’re
unwilling, then I’ll send you back first,” Ondo exined..
“Don’t bother. Ms. Spencer is still waiting for you. I can take a taxi back by myself. You’d better go to
the hospital and keep herpany,” Cassandra said.
‘Perhaps no one would push their husbands to another woman’s side as I did. But what can I do? He
would have still gone to Reba even if I didn’t push him to her, Cassandra thought.
Chapter 13
Ondo didn’t insist anymore and just said indifferently, “Whatever you want.”
Cassandra took a taxi back to Dustmeadow Mansion alone.
It was only eight o’clock, which was still early. She turned on theputer and began investigating the
ount that reported thepany’s giarism of the design drawing. After a thorough search, she
finally identified an oldpany with 20 years of experience.
Thepany was somewhat renowned in the construction industry, but it had always been mediocre
without much sess.
Cassandra promptly forwarded the information to Michael for discussion. The two of them meticulously
compared thepany’s drawing with the one that was suspected of giarism. At first nce, the
two drawings seemed very simr, but a professional would notice that there was no connection at all.
This was likely what informers aimed to achieve, as not everyone in the public was familiar with the
industry.
Therefore, even when they could see that there was no connection between the two designs, they
couldn’t prove there wasn’t giarism. They would need direct evidence to establish their innocence.
The duration of this process was uncertain, but the deadline for cooperation was approaching.
Cassandra and Michael had been busy for nearly two and a half hours when Michael reassured her,
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. There’s no need to fret when we have a clear conscience.”
Cassandra hummed lightly and didn’t mention her uneasiness.
In the field of architecture and design, the consequence was disastrous once one wasbeled with
giarism. It didn’t matter whether the usation was true or false because thebel itself was
stigmatizing.
Michael added, “I’ll contact thispany to find out more information. Don’t feel too pressured on your
end. I’ll be by your side no matter what happens.”
“Okay, thank you…” Cassandra expressed her gratitude.
“There is no need to say thank you between us,” Michael replied with a smile.
Cassandra smiled and didn’t thank him anymore. She just said, “In addition, we also need to
investigate the people in ourpany.”
“Are you suspicious of a mole?” Michael seemed to be surprised.