Chapter 772 A Call From Stephen (Part One)


    At the gate of Maple Restaurant, Cassie stopped the car. And she at once saw Francis''s noticeable car.


    With sarcastic glee, she thought, ''Francis, you have no moral authority to fault me as a spendthrift. You


    are sshing lots of money on a meal. Aren''t you much as a ck sheep as I am?''


    In the restaurant, Francis and Violet sat at a corner, chatting while enjoying their meal.


    As Cassie walked in, a waiter weed her and courteously inquired, "May I help you?"


    "I am looking for someone," said Cassie, searching for Francis.


    The servant thought that Cassie was here to find her friend, so he left Cassie alone.


    While Cassie was seeking for Francis, she saw Violet seating at a corner and stopped in her tracks,


    wondering, ''Why is she here?''


    And then Cassie recognized the man opposite Violet, she was shocked to realize the man was none


    other than her cousin.


    Never in her wildest dreams had Cassie thought that Francis would have lunch together with Violet.


    She wondered, ''Are they close to each other? Or is there any secret between them that I don''t know?''


    Careful not to break their conversation and eager to spy on what they were up to, Cassie kept a safe


    distance. Finding an ideal spot for the job, behind arge vase, she stood still and observed them,


    taking note of every detail she could. Between eating and chatting, they also seemed to share some


    heartughter. At some point, she noticed Francis pass a serviette to Violet to wipe the side of her


    mouth.


    "Violet, you are a fox. What mischief are up to with my cousin?" Cassie scolded.


    Then thinking about the recent turn of events, she found that some events were quite coincidental that


    she began to suspect Violet might have been the hand pulling strings behind the scenes.


    How could Violet be having lunch with Francis now, when barely two hours ago, Cassie had got wind of


    the decision by Francis to help GR Group. Wasn''t Violet''s appearance in the picture a telltale sign of


    some connections? But Tina also tried to get Greg. There was no reason for her to help GR Group.


    Didn''t Violet hate Tina?


    With growing anger as she watched Violet and Francis at their table, Cassie had an evil nudge.


    On the spur of the moment, Cassie pulled out her cellphone and took several photos, without any of


    them noticing. Then she sneaked away to a different table where she could still watch them without


    being found out. She stealthily stole a nce around to make sure no one was watching. Once more,


    she secretly took a stash of photos, trying best to capture at different angles, as much as her limited


    movement would allow.


    Staring at the photos she took, Cassieughed spitefully, thinking to herself, ''Violet,st time I tried to


    retaliate, but someone stopped me. This time I''ll make you lose face. By the time I''m done with you,


    you''ll wish the ground would swallow you up. I want to see how Greg will react when he sees these


    photos.''


    Then Cassie squinted at Violet and left the restaurant.


    Sitting opposite each other, Francis waspletely smitten with Violet. He fixed his eyes on Violet,


    wishing he could stop thepse of time, just to savor her good-naturedpany a little longer. For the


    time they had spent together, Francis was impressed by just how well they got along with each other.


    Even their likes and dislikes seemed to blend on most things perfectly. Most importantly, Francis was


    very impressed by how they broached and tackled thorny issues with mutual understanding. Such a


    rare gem, he totally fell in love. She was the kind of special woman for whom he''d give everything.


    "Thank you for inviting me to have lunch with you. If it''s possible, let me take you out next time," Violet


    said.


    "My pleasure. It would be my honor to eat out with you. May I have the honor to have dinner with you


    next time?" The lunch hadn''t even finished yet, but Francis was already trying to invite Violet to have


    dinner with him next time.


    "It is okay. Next time let me and Greg pay for the meal. And you will get a chance to know my husband.


    He is a nice person," said Violet, smiling. From the bottom of her heart, she believed Greg was her


    perfect man, and she would never change her love for him.


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    "Okay," said Francis, a bit embarrassed. He knew Greg was not only Violet''s husband but also the man


    whose love Cassie longed for with intense desperation. During his stay abroad, he had learned of


    Greg''s existence in Cassie''s life. His cousin had fantasized about the man most of the time. Francis


    remembered how Cassie''s face would glow at the mere mention of Greg''s name. And now Violet too


    was just as obsessed as Cassie. The way her face lit up with a smile as she mentioned Greg told it all.


    ''What makes the man tick so easily with bothdies?'' Francis wondered. Deep within, Francis began to


    wish Greg didn''t exist in both women''s worlds. It would be great!


    "How about going to the GR Group after lunch? You haven''t seen Mr. Roger, have you? I can introduce


    you to him," said Violet.


    "Sounds good. Then I may have a chance to discuss some details about the investment with him,"


    Francis agreed. It was the best of both worlds, as it offered him more time to hang around with Violet


    while going about business as well. It couldn''t be better.


    "Okay, we can meet him after lunch," said Violet.


    "Okay."


    Straight from the restaurant, Cassie drove to XS hospital where upon arrival, she made a bee line for


    Greg''s office, instead of her own.


    Without the courtesy of knocking, she casually pushed the door open and walked in, as if it was her


    office.


    There was a nurse putting Greg''s books in order. Cassie''s unannounceding shocked her.


    "Doctor Cassie," the nurse greeted her.


    "Where is Doctor Greg?" Cassie asked, trying to keep her excitement under.


    "He is removing a scar on the back of a patient''s hand in the the observation nursing unit," said the


    nurse.


    "Which particr observation nursing unit?" asked Cassie. There were several observation nursing


    units in cosmetology department. She must clearly know which specific unit Greg was in.


    "The second unit, madam," the nurse answered, at which Cassie obligingly left.


    The sun shone through the windows. Cassie was waiting for Greg at the door of the second


    observation nursing unit. She had been standing there for two hours.


    The corridor was dead quiet until the door opened, after a long while.


    Instinctively, Cassie adjusted herself and looked to the door. She saw Greg walking out of the


    observation nursing unit. Drops of perspiration rolled down his forehead. He was walking towards his


    office while removing the mask.