Chapter 425 No ess Allowed To The Scene Of The ident


    Waiting at Lyndsy''s bedside, Cassandra dozed off at times but was woken up by the nurse who came


    and checked on the patient from time to time.


    It was dawn when Lyndsy finally opened her eyes the following day.


    With misty eyes, Cassandra jumped up and leaned toward her.


    "Lyndsy, how are you feeling?"


    she asked with concern.


    "It feels like I just had a long, long dream,"


    Lyndsy murmured as her eyelids fluttered heavily.


    Cassandra, trying to fight back her welling tears, started to tell her friend reassuringly, "It is okay,


    Lyndsy, you will be fine as long as you wake up now."


    She then pressed the call bell at the bedside, and a doctor and a nurse arrived.


    After checking on Lyndsy, the doctor let out a sigh of relief. He seemed pleased with what happened.


    "She has gotten past the critical period. She will now slowly recover,"


    The doctor''s words made Cassandra breathe freely again. At that moment, Lyndsy reached out and


    touched the side of her face that was still covered with gauze.


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    "What is wrong with my face?"


    Lyndsy uttered. Her eyes were full of horror.


    "It is okay, Lyndsy, you will recover eventually,"


    Cassandra immediately reassured her as she hastily took her friend''s hand away for fear that she


    might touch her wound.


    "Cassandra, what is wrong with my face? Tell me!"


    Lynsy demanded. She was a movie star! Her face was her livelihood. She could not go on with her


    profession if her face were disfigured.


    Lyndsy clutched Cassandra''s hand, scanning her eyes for information.


    "Nothing, Lyndsy. Don''t be worried. Your cheeks just got scratched when you fell down. It will recover


    soon, don''t worry,"


    Cassandra replied, trying to quell her anxiety.


    Now, the ward door opened and Lyndsy''s parents came rushing in.


    "My daughter!"


    Lyndsy''s mother rushed to her bed and grabbed her hand. Tears began to flood down her cheeks.


    Cassandra got up and turned to leave the ward to give them time alone.


    This was their moment. It belonged to Lyndsy and her parents. Besides, Cassandra had to get to work


    and do some digging about the ident.


    Outside the ward, she saw an ever familiar figure with her bloodshot and weary eyes. Rufus was sitting


    on the bench near the door.


    His eyes were closed and he was leaning on the back of the chair. He seemed to have fallen asleep. In


    the shabby hospital, his tailored, expensive suit just seemed so out of ce.


    She walked quietly to Rufus and watched him sleep.


    At this state, his usually stern expression was softer.


    As if sensing that there was someone watching him, Rufus''s eyes shot open and immediately fell on


    Cassandra''s.


    Like two strong maic poles, their eyes locked and did not seem to want to move away from each


    other.


    "How is Lyndsy?"


    He asked in a hoarse voice. He had stayed outside the ward for a whole night.


    It pained her to see him in this way.


    His suit, which he always kept neat, happened to have wrinkles on the hem. This was probably


    because he spent the night sitting on the bench. He looked so haggard.


    She suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of gratitude. In a gentle voice, she answered, "She is


    awake. Her parents are with her now."


    Biting her lower lip, Cassandra hesitated but continued, "You haven''t had breakfast, have you? Come,


    let''s get something to eat,"


    she said, mustering her courage. She could tell that Rufus was surprised. He seemed to be


    suppressing a smile.


    ''Did my waiting move her?'' he thought to himself with amusement.


    "Okay, what do you want to eat?"


    Rufus asked her. He wanted her to be the one to choose. His eyes were full of tender affection.


    Cassandra was about to answer him when a familiar voice called out to her.


    "Hi, Cassandra, I brought you your breakfast!"


    It was rk. He arrived just in time for breakfast and brought her food.


    Rufus''s face fell at once. Ignoring Rufus, rk simply strode over to Cassandra with an unconvincing


    smile.


    "Chicken congee cooked by your mother, with some pickled vegetables. Would you like to eat it now?"


    rk said in a tender voice.


    Biting her lower lip, Cassandra took the box rk handed her and shot Rufus an apologetic look.


    "Cassandra, there are so many journalists gathered outside the hospital. They are waiting for a


    statement. Are you going to make er on? I can apany you so you don''t have to face them


    alone, okay?" he said.


    Cassandra sat down and began to eat the congee slowly. rk sat down next to her.


    "Okay, I will do itter. Lyndsy has woken up,"


    she nodded and said, feeling warmer after some vegetables and congee filled her stomach.


    "Mr. Ji, don''t worry about Cassandra as she has me with her. After all, the ident happened to Lyndsy


    when she was shooting the film produced by mypany. It is only right that I help her through this.


    You don''t have to involve yourself in this,"


    Rufus interrupted, narrowing his eyes. He hated seeing rk sit so close to Cassandra.


    "Of course, you will be representing yourpany. Cassandra will be representing Lyndsy. Your


    company is very powerful. It''s too much to face for Cassandra alone. I''ll keep herpany," rk


    replied, still smiling.


    He managed to reply with no hint of irritation.


    "Cassandra and I are both here to handle the issue representing our respective businesses. As for you,


    I don''t see any reason why you should be involved here,"


    Rufus shot back, rather bluntly.


    "Cassandra''s mother asked me to be here. I am merely doing what she has told me to. How can I go


    against her?"


    rk replied smugly.


    "Enough! You two, stop arguing here!"


    Cassandra snapped, having lost her appetite amidst their silly quarrel.


    "I will face my studio''s issues on my own. There is no need for either of you to meddle."


    Cassandra felt her head start to hurt. How could these two grown men, both prominent businessmen,


    bicker like kids?


    Hearing Cassandra''s scolding, rk calmly reached out to hold the congee for her.


    Rufus''s face darkened.


    "What? Face them on your own? Do you know what you''re saying? This is not a small matter. Do you


    know how much criticism you''ll get if you mishandle this?"


    Rufus countered, starting to get upset. He could not imagine her being mobbed by those journalists.


    Facing them would need her to be fully ready as any careless word would be used against her and


    absurdly magnified.


    "Well, I have to say I can''t agree with you more on that, Mr. Luo. You''ll have a lot on your hands given


    that the TY Group will need to take responsibility for the ident, right?"


    rk uttered slowly, clearly mocking him disdainfully.


    Cassandra''s stomach tightened hearing what rk said. She then remembered the level of


    involvement Rufus''spany had in the incident. ''The TY Group needs toe up with a n on how


    they are going to move forward after this ident, including what will be done regarding the scenes


    with Lyndsy that have not been shot yet. Of course, they''d also need to know when Lyndsy will be


    avable to shoot again'', she started to think.


    And then, in her mind, she saw it again: Lyndsy''s face. Remembering it made her breathing feel so


    heavy.


    ''The looks is a female movie star''s lifeline in the entertainment circle. If a scar left on her face because


    of the ident, will she still be qualified to finish shooting the film?'' Cassandra wondered.


    "Even if she did end up still finishing the film, how will she find more projects in the future?"


    All the problems started to flood in her mind. ''Stop it, Cassandra, '' she reminded herself. ''The most


    important thing right now is to find out who is to me for all of these.''


    "Mr. Luo, I need to visit the movie set again and have a closer look at that broken wire,"


    she requested calmly. The tender moment that the two had just a few minutes back was now


    completely gone.


    "The police has taken over the scene. I also have my people looking into it. I don''t think you''d find


    anything they haven''t found if you went there,"


    he replied without even considering her request. So far, all his men had was that the action director


    was acting strange and seemed to have something to do with the ident. A part of him worried that if


    Cassandra found something, her safety would bepromised.


    If she found out that it were, indeed, a conspiracy, she might end up being a liability of whoever was


    behind this.


    "You seem to be afraid that Cassandra may find something out, Mr. Luo. Could it be that you also have


    something to do with the incident?"


    rk uttered slowly, clearly trying to fan mes of mistrust. Cassandra''s ashen face filled him with


    satisfaction.


    She looked Rufus in the eye.


    Suddenly, she remembered how Rufus asked her to elope with him just a couple of days ago but she


    didn''t agree.


    Aside from the fact that she had work to do, she did not have the heart to leave her family. She also


    worried about the Tangs.


    ''Does Rufus really have anything to do this ident?'' she shuddered at the terrible thought.