Chapter 928

The former CEO of Pacific Crest Enterprises approached Evelyn Sinclair with a respectful nod.

"What an honor to have you grace us with your presence, Ms. Sterling!"

Evelyn offered a polite smile and handed the gift to his assistant. "You flatter me. Thank you for the invitation."

The man glanced at the elegantly wrapped box and immediately recognized the prestigious watch inside. His eyes widened slightly—such generosity was rare, even among the elite.

"With so many distinguished guests tonight, I fear I may not be able to attend to you properly..."

Several high-profile figures were arriving behind them, and the man gave an apologetic smile.

Evelyn was about to respond when a smooth, familiar voice cut in.

"Allow me to take care of Ms. Sterling."

She turned to see Cassandra Blake gliding toward her in a daring red gown.

The dress clung to her curves, the high slit revealing long, toned legs with every step. The plunging neckline left little to the imagination.

Evelyn's lips thinned.

The CEO of Pacific Crest Enterprises quickly introduced her. "Ms. Sterling, this is our newly appointed executive manager, Cassandra Blake. Her credentials are impeccable—former regional president overseas. I personally recruited her. She'll ensure you're well taken care of."

With that, he excused himself to greet the next guest.

Evelyn studied Cassandra with an amused tilt of her head.

"Quite the career leap. Impressive."

Cassandra's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered. "I owe my departure from Pacific Crest International to you, Ms. Sterling."

She lifted a champagne flute in a mocking toast.

No longer bound by corporate politics, she had no reason to fear Evelyn now. Tonight, they stood on equal ground.

Evelyn didn’t bother lifting her glass. The disdain in her gaze was sharp enough to cut.

Cassandra’s fingers tightened around her drink.

Who did Evelyn think she was?

Evelyn had no intention of wasting time on her. If Cassandra had lost her position, she had no one to blame but herself.

She turned to leave.

Cassandra’s teeth clenched. Then, a sly smirk curled her lips.

"Ms. Sterling, with your endless line of admirers, why come alone tonight? Need me to introduce you to someone... suitable?"

Evelyn paused, glancing back with icy calm.

Before she could reply, Cassandra let out a low laugh.

"What? Not going to threaten me? All the industry’s elite are watching. You wouldn’t dare make a scene, would you?"

She gestured to Evelyn’s elegant gown. "Such a refined image to uphold."

Her taunts were deliberate—a ploy to shatter Evelyn’s composed facade in front of everyone.

Cassandra wanted the world to see the truth: the untouchable goddess was nothing but a cold, calculating viper.

Evelyn’s expression darkened.

She had no intention of dirtying her hands. A faint, chilling smile touched her lips.

"Lay a finger on you? That would be beneath me."

Cassandra’s confidence wavered.

Evelyn turned away again—only for Cassandra to block her path.

"Don’t you want to know who my date is?"