"Greg," called Cassie merrily from behind Greg.
Greg turned around and saw Cassie. With eyes beaming with amazement, he asked with furrowed brows,"Cassie! What are you doing here? Who invited you to this party?"
Greg never expected Cassie would appear there. He didn't invite her, nor did the JS Group. 'What's going on?' he wondered with a baffled expression.
"My cousin received your invitation. I came here with him," Cassie replied, ignoring the fact that Greg was displeased to see her there. She was so glad to finally meet him.
"Who is your cousin?" Greg asked, confounded. 'She has a cousin in this city? Why did I never hear about this earlier?' he wondered.
"His name is Francis. We came back from abroad a few days ago," Cassie answered.
Greg tried to remember if he knew someone by that name. He didn't know many rich young men from the upper class. And he'd never heard about this Francis from anyone.
Judging by Greg's expression, Cassie assumed what he was thinking.
"Francis owns an international investment company abroad. After we decided to return, his company was settled here. That's why he was invited," Cassie said. If it wasn't Greg asking, she wouldn't have wasted her time in explaining.
Satisfied with her explanation, Greg heaved a sigh of relief inside. He looked around and noticed that there were only a few guests around him. He didn't want the others to misunderstand his relationship with her. After all, so many people kept an eye on him.
"Well then, thank you for coming. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight," Greg said courteously. He turned around and started to walk away.
Surprised by Greg's behavior, Cassie leaned forward and held his arms. "Why are you dodging me, Greg? Am I a stranger to you now?" she asked with a wronged look.
Greg shook her hands off violently. "Can't you understand why I'm avoiding you? I know why you are here. But this party is being held to celebrate my marriage with my wife. I hope you will behave yourself," he replied, taking a close look at Cassie.
"Behave myself?" Cassie repeated bitterly,"Do you really have any idea why I'm doing all this? When you were helpless and sad, I was there to look after you. When you were too busy to have lunch in the canteen, I bought food for you, in spite of the harsh weather. When you sat on the tone bench shivering in the cold, I put my coat on you. When you were admitted in the hospital with a fever, I kept you company and attended to you day and night. Have you forgotten all that, Greg?"
Greg remained silent. Those terrible and painful memories crept up on him. He did owe her a lot.
Meanwhile, on the second floor, Francis blocked Violet's path in the bathroom.
Francis studied Violet and looked her from top to bottom. She was clad in a black stylish evening dress, with light make-up. As the incandescent light simmered down on her gorgeous face, she looked more eye-catching than before.
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