Chapter 450

Cassandra Prescott invited Lillian to an exclusive gathering for high-society elites.

At first, Lillian had no intention of attending. But she couldn’t let Cassandra get away with what she’d done—that fake drug had ruined everything.

The venue was a lavish private suite in the city’s most exclusive nightclub.

The moment Lillian stepped inside, the bass-heavy music pulsed through her bones. The scent of expensive liquor filled the air.

A circular stage dominated the center of the room, a gleaming steel pole at its core.

Cassandra moved like a serpent, her body twisting in perfect rhythm with the music. Heavy makeup accentuated her seductive allure.

Every provocative sway of her hips sent the men into a frenzy.

Lillian, in contrast, wore minimal makeup. Yet she commanded attention effortlessly.

Her natural beauty outshone the other women, their heavy cosmetics and desperate attempts at allure paling in comparison.

As she walked through the crowd, gazes locked onto her.

Most of the guests were from the same elite circles. They recognized Lillian instantly.

"Ms. Prescott! What an honor!"

"Lillian, you look stunning tonight."

She acknowledged them with a polite nod, her poise flawless.

The men were captivated. Unlike the spoiled heiresses they were used to, Lillian carried herself with effortless grace.

Inside, she sneered.

These men were nothing but trust-fund babies, living off their family names.

A few were handsome, but none measured up to her standards.

Her future partner had to be at the pinnacle of power and wealth. These playboys were beneath her.

"Lillian! I can’t believe you actually came!" Cassandra rushed over, grabbing her hand with exaggerated enthusiasm. "You look absolutely breathtaking!"

She was laying it on thick, desperate to maintain their "friendship."

Lillian was the treasured daughter of Jonathan Prescott. Cassandra, an illegitimate child of the Weish family, clung to her for status.

Lillian forced a smile. "You look lovely too."

Then she leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "We need to talk. Somewhere private."

Cassandra eagerly led her to an adjacent room, oblivious to the dangerous glint in Lillian’s eyes.

The moment the door closed, Lillian locked it.

Cassandra tensed. "Lillian? What’s going on? Why—"

A sharp crack echoed as Lillian’s palm connected with Cassandra’s cheek.

Cassandra staggered, hand flying to her stinging face. Blood coated her tongue.

She gaped at Lillian. "What the hell was that for?"

Lillian’s lips curled into a cold smile. "You know exactly why. That drug you gave me was useless. I drugged Dominic Blackwood, but when I woke up, it was Wesley Thornton in my bed!"

Cassandra’s eyes widened. "That’s impossible! I’ve used it myself—it always works! I swear, if I’m lying, may I get hit by a car the second I step outside!"

Lillian hesitated. Cassandra seemed sincere.

"Then explain what went wrong."

Cassandra swallowed her fury, forcing patience. "Think, Lillian. Did you accidentally expose it to air? That drug is potent—just opening the lid too soon can ruin it. Maybe you messed up the dosage?"

Lillian’s memory of that night was hazy. But one thing was certain—Wesley had taken advantage of her, and Cassandra was to blame.

Her nails dug into her palms. "I don’t remember. But this is your fault. You ruined me!"

Cassandra suppressed a smirk. How satisfying it would be to expose Lillian’s true nature to the world.

Instead, she feigned remorse. "Lillian, you’re my dearest friend. I’d never hurt you." She dabbed at fake tears. "It’s just a membrane. Medical science can fix that easily."

Lillian’s eyes sharpened. "Fix it?"

"Of course!" Cassandra lied smoothly. "I know a specialist—100% success rate. Let me make this up to you. I’ll do anything."

Lillian’s expression softened. Then, without warning, she traced Cassandra’s cheek with a chilling smile.

"Your face is so beautiful… I have a task for you."

She pressed a shiny disc into Cassandra’s hand.

"Seduce a man for me. And give this to Evelyn Sinclair at T Corporation."