Chapter 932

The entire setup was Cassandra Blake's pathetic little trap.

Fate had other plans when the young heiress crossed paths with Evelyn Sinclair, whose sharp instincts saw through the scheme instantly.

The plot crumbled before it even began.

What an absolute fool Cassandra was. Utterly brainless.

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Evelyn couldn't help but wonder - how did someone so incompetent rise to such heights at Pacific Crest International?

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly swung open.

Cassandra was putting on a dramatic crying performance.

"I'll let your father explain everything! My intentions were pure—"

Her fake tears froze when she spotted Evelyn standing there, lips curved in that icy smile.

The mocking glint in Evelyn's eyes was unmistakable.

She'd heard everything.

Before Cassandra could react, a vase came flying at her back. The impact sent her stumbling forward in genuine pain.

The young woman pounced, yanking Cassandra's hair with practiced brutality.

Clearly, this wasn't her first time bullying someone.

"You dare tattle on me?" She sneered. "I've always hated your fake act. If you even think about seducing my father with that pig face of yours, I'll beat you to death first! Take this, bitch!"

A vicious kick landed in Cassandra's stomach. Grabbed by the hair, she couldn't fight back. The girl moved with the ruthless efficiency of someone accustomed to violence.

Cassandra's fake sobs turned real alarmingly fast.

When the beating finally stopped, the girl dusted her hands off with a cold scoff. She marched past the whimpering Cassandra without a shred of remorse.

Her arrogant stride suggested victorious revenge rather than guilt. Evelyn merely arched a brow.

Approaching the groaning woman, Evelyn's voice dripped with disdain. "I didn't plan to witness this spectacle, but I have one question."

Cassandra looked up. "What?"

"Are you addicted to being the other woman?"

The CEO of Pacific Crest Enterprises was married. Evelyn distinctly remembered Cassandra's Canadian scandal involving another married man.

Cassandra gritted her teeth under Evelyn's mocking gaze. "Forget it," Evelyn sighed. "I'll call you an ambulance."

After making the call, Evelyn turned back. "Need me to notify anyone? Perhaps that girl's father?"

Cassandra panicked. "No!" With her swollen face, she wouldn't garner sympathy - only disgust.

She couldn't report this. Not when she'd schemed so hard for this position after leaving Pacific Crest.

Evelyn pocketed her phone with an icy smile. "Then enjoy your wait."

She stepped over Cassandra without a second glance.

Downstairs, Preston Sinclair approached, relief softening his features. "Why don't you just keep me in your pocket?" he joked.

Evelyn smirked. "You wouldn't fit."

As they walked, Evelyn kept glancing at the entrance.

Ten minutes later.

Two white-coated professionals rushed in, drawing curious stares.

Soon they emerged with a stretcher bearing a battered woman. "Isn't that Ms. Blake?" someone whispered.

"Looks like she got beaten up."

"By who?"

"Wait—those are psych ward uniforms!"