Chapter 929

Evelyn didn't even glance in her direction. She wouldn’t have wasted her time if she’d known this trash would keep harassing her.

Disgusting.

"I'm not interested."

Cassandra smoothed her hair, her smirk oozing arrogance.

"Mr. Preston Sinclair is coming today. Did you know that?"

At the mention of Preston’s name, Evelyn’s steps faltered.

Her gaze turned icy as she studied Cassandra. "You mean your date is Preston Sinclair?"

Cassandra tightened her grip on her wine glass under Evelyn’s frosty stare.

"Yes. Sorry to disappoint you. He’ll be here soon. Didn’t expect that, did you?"

Even if she was outmatched, Cassandra would take any chance to needle Evelyn.

So she lied effortlessly, as naturally as breathing.

Evelyn watched her with an amused half-smile. "No, I really didn’t expect that."

Ten minutes ago, Preston had been apologizing profusely for running late and missing their entrance together.

Now Evelyn wanted to see how Cassandra would squirm when forced to choke on her own lies.

Cassandra’s sultry gaze deliberately implied something illicit between her and Preston, just to twist the knife. "Ms. Sinclair, with all your admirers, surely you won’t mind losing this one?"

She launched into a fabricated tale of emotional support and soul-deep connection.

Preston had supposedly pulled her from despair after leaving Pacific Crest International.

Messages of encouragement. Late-night confessions. A bond so profound it had given her the strength to rebuild her life.

She expected fury. Jealousy.

Instead, Evelyn just smiled.

Confused, Cassandra opened her mouth—

Evelyn waved at someone behind her.

Cassandra turned.

Preston strode toward them, tall and effortlessly elegant, his warm demeanor belying his ruthless reputation.

Cassandra’s shock melted into a seductive smile. She sauntered forward, chest thrust out—

Preston ignored her completely.

He went straight to Evelyn, murmuring an apology. "I’m so sorry for the wait. I came as fast as I could."

Evelyn arched a brow, watching Cassandra’s face darken.

Cassandra gritted her teeth and sidled up to Preston. "Mr. Sinclair, missing you for a day feels like three years apart—"

She emphasized her cleavage, a tactic that never failed.

Preston barely glanced at her. "Have we met?"

Cassandra froze.

Evelyn laughed. "You don’t remember? Ms. Blake was a capable employee at Pacific Crest. She even treated us to lunch once."

Preston nodded. "Ah. The fake classmate."

Evelyn smirked. Brutal.

No mercy.

Cassandra stared between them, bewildered.

This wasn’t how their dynamic was supposed to be.

"Ms. Blake claims you two chat often," Evelyn said pointedly.

Preston handed her his phone without hesitation. "You know the passcode. When would I have time for anyone else?"

Cassandra’s stomach dropped.

"Mr. Sinclair—"