Cassandra wondered, 'Did I hear that right? Is someone really planning to make an investment in the Qin Group?'
"Excuse me, which investment company are you calling from?" she asked carefully and seemingly intrigued.
She remembered that the last time she took a taxi, the driver unexpectedly drove her to a hotel under the pretense that someone wanted to have a word with her. When she discovered that the person who met her at the hotel was looking to invest in the Qin Group, she walked out of there without a word. In her arrogance, she let her pride dictate her decisions and refused to accept investments from anyone at that time. However, circumstances had changed drastically for the Qin Group since then. Now the sudden emergence of this potential investor was starting to feel like a blessing.
"Hello, Miss?Qin, we have met each other before."
The man on the other end of the phone had a confident tone to his voice. The moment he said that, she knew exactly who she was speaking to.
"Well then, let's meet and discuss everything in detail,"
she diligently asked to make an appointment to elaborately assess the investment.
After hanging up the phone, Cassandra took a careful look at the printed e-mail in her hand, ready to conduct a detailed research into the e-mail sender's information over the Internet.
Just as she clicked the browser open, the latest news popped up on her news feed.
The news article had a picture of Rufus holding Amanda's hand as they strolled around the streets of Paris. Glancing at the picture left her insides contracting with a shocking coldness.
'Oh no! This can only mean that Lionel wasn't lying to me at all. He was actually speaking the truth when he said that Rufus and Amanda had gone to Paris together. This picture of them in public is enough to prove the intimacy of their relationship.' Cassandra shuddered at the thought.
Like a child immersed in a fairytale, she looked at the pictures and concluded that the two were undoubtedly in love with each other. The more she saw, the sadder she felt. So her hands began to shake involuntarily.
Finding it hard to have the courage to carry on with the visual torture, Cassandra quickly turned off the computer to allow herself a few moments of peace. Soon after, she turned away from the computer screen, sat there motionlessly, and consumed in her own thoughts.
'I know that I was the one who broke up with you. Rufus, have you really moved on with your life? Did I push you into Amanda's side? It's over, isn't it?'
Tucked away in a crescent-shaped cove with miniature villas spread out at the side, it was the biggest hotel in G City, where a man in his fifties was sitting right across Cassandra.
With an unmistakable tall figure, the man was a lovely union of grace and majesty.
The name of the man was Charlie Ke.
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