The color drained from Cassian's face in an instant.
No matter how slow he was, he understood now.
The talk of collaboration, the personal meeting…
From the very beginning, it had all been a complete sham.
His face turned a dark, ugly red, shifting from pale to flushed in a mortifying display.
He wanted to lash out, but looking at Felix’s smiling face and the two bodyguards standing behind him, he couldn’t get a single word out.
This was Damien Clarke.
Forget just being toyed with—even if Damien slapped them both across the face, they would have to take it.
“Then… what about the collaboration…?” Cassian forced a smile that was uglier than a grimace, clinging to his last shred of hope.
Felix’s smile remained perfectly pleasant.
“Regarding the collaboration, our group will conduct a further evaluation. We will notify you as soon as we have any news.”
That was a clear dismissal.
Cassian’s final illusion shattered.
He knew he had been thoroughly played for a fool today.
But why?
When had the Hart family ever offended such a powerful figure?
He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to dwell on it.
In the end, the Hart brothers could only slink away from La Lumière Verre under the barely concealed, mocking gazes of the entire staff.
Their proud, straight backs, so full of swagger when they arrived, were now hunched in utter humiliation.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Grace slowly awoke, surrounded by softness.
The effects of the drug had worn off, but her body still felt weak and drained.
She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar, ornate ceiling.
She shot up, her eyes darting around the room warily.
It was a hotel suite, but not Simon Brooks’!
She looked down at herself. Her white dress was wrinkled, but it was still on, completely intact.
She let out a sigh of relief, the tension in her chest easing slightly.
Memories flooded back to her.
Simon Brooks, the drug, the escape… and then…
Damien had saved her.
Just then, the suite door was gently pushed open.
Damien walked in, wearing a black silk robe.
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