Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 31

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Chapter 31

“Jameson-” Zandrie stepped forward sharply.

Cassie raised a single finger. Zandrie stopped instantly.

The subtle gesture did not go unnoticed. A ripple of quiet intrigue passed through the onlookers as the peculiar dynamic between husband and wife became unmistakably clear.

Cassie turned back to Jameson, her lips curving into the most charming smile he had seen all evening.

“Well,” she said lightly, meeting his gaze without blinking, “perhaps you should start bedding various women too, Mr. Jameson.”

She tilted her head, voice sweet, deadly calm.

“It might sharpen your brain–while you drill your dick.”

Jameson stiffened. “Why, you—”

He stepped forward, anger flaring, but Zandrie moved faster blocking him and pulling Cassie smoothly behind him.

“You started this, Jameson,” Zandrie said coldly. “Never insult Cassidy.”

Jeff scoffed from the side. “Don’t tell me you’re letting a woman control you now, Zandrie. You’ve finally grown the spine to stand against us?”

Zandrie turned slowly, fixing Jeff with an icy stare.

“Cassidy is not just any woman,” he said evenly. “She is my wife. You respect her- and I will respect you.”

The tension had barely settled when a commanding voice cut through the crowd.

“What is going on here?”

Jefferson Holt strode toward them, his tone controlled—but the warning in his eyes left no room for defiance.

“Zandrie’s wife has quite a sharp tongue, Father,” Jameson said quickly, seizing the moment before anyone else could speak.

“And Zandrie is indulging her–allowing her to openly disrespect us.

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Jefferson Holt turned first to Zandrie, his gaze probing and unreadable. Then his attention shifted to Cassie.

Cassie met his scrutiny without flinching.

“Your sons seem to take great pleasure in insulting me, CEO Holt,” she said calmly.

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“A mere housewife, with no contribution to the family. No connections. No wealth–unlike the women Zandrie dated before.” She paused, then added coolly, “A gold digger.”

Her tone remained measured, almost courteous, yet a glacial sharpness threaded through every word–one Jefferson Holt did not miss.

“So,” Cassie finished lightly, “what do you say, CEO Holt?”

Jefferson’s jaw tightened. He turned slowly toward his two sons, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

“How dare you insult your brother’s wife,” he said coldly.

“Cassidy is not someone you will bully–especially not at a Holt Corporation event.”

He stepped toward them. Instinctively, both men retreated. Shock flashed across their faces.

They never expected their father would openly defend Zandrie’s stay–at–home wife.

Had they not known Jefferson Holt’s obsession with pedigree and status, they might have assumed Cassidy was someone powerful–someone untouchable. Instead, his fierce protection of a woman with no known background only deepened their confusion and unease.

“Dad, we’re only worried Zandrie is being manipulated,” Jeff tried to explain quickly.

“With his status, his connections–millions in his name- anyone could scheme their way into his life. Women are often used as tools-”

One look from Jefferson silenced him instantly.

“Apologize to Cassidy,” Jefferson ordered, his voice cold and final, “or you will both be removed from Holt Corporation’s executive board.”

A ripple of stunned murmurs swept through the surrounding guests as the brothers froze.

“But, Dad-” Jameson started.

Jefferson’s glare shut him down.

“You will apologize now,” he continued evenly, “or you will never set foot in Holt Corporation again.”

The ultimatum landed like a guillotine.

“Never mind, CEO Holt.”

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