Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

“Have you talked to CEO Wallace?”

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Cassie was halfway down the corridor on her way to meet Drie at the restaurant when a firm hand suddenly closed around her arm. She jolted, breath catching painfully in her throat.

“Dad-” Her free hand flew to her chest as she turned, her pulse still racing, only to find not just him but Madame Rima and Mirriam standing behind him, their expressions taut with barely concealed urgency.

“Have the two of you talked?” Madame Rima cut in before Cassie could fully recover, her voice sharp with impatience.

Cassie hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “Uhm… not yet,” she said softly.

“He came back very late last night, and I was already asleep. I woke briefly when he went to bed, but he smelled of alcohol, so I decided not to… bombard him.”

Her father’s brows knitted together. “And this morning?” he pressed, his tone clipped. “You had the chance this morning.”

“Well,” Cassie replied, offering them a faint, apologetic smile, “he left early. By the time I woke up, he was already gone.”

“What?” Mirriam scoffed, unable–or unwilling–to hide her irritation. “You could’ve woken up earlier.”

Cassie remained calm, though her fingers curled slightly at her side. “I’m used to waking up late,” she said evenly.

“And he doesn’t mind. I don’t really have anything urgent to do anyway–unless I decide to shop or eat at the restaurant.” She paused deliberately before adding, “There are servants to take care of everything. Drie strictly ordered them not to wake me and to let me wake up on my own.”

Her words landed exactly where she intended them to.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” she continued, her voice gentle, almost forlorn.

Madame Rima’s lips tightened, her gaze flickering with annoyance, while Mirriam looked openly envious, her jaw clenched. Their reactions didn’t escape Cassie’s notice.

Her father, however, looked past both women, his expression hardening with impatience–calculating, restless, as though every passing minute without answers was another threat closing in around him.

Cassie lowered her gaze politely, hiding the quiet awareness in her eyes.

“But I’ll be meeting him for lunch now. I’ll talk to him then.”

“You’ll meet him for lunch?” Madame Rima echoed, her eyes widening. The excitement in her voice slipped through before she could restrain it.

In an instant, the tension in the air shifted. Suddenly, all three of them were alert, energized, their earlier

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frustration replaced by a fragile spark of hope. Their gazes converged on Cassie, expectant, almost reverent, as though she alone carried the answer to their looming problems.

“Yes, Madame,” Cassie replied, nodding gently. A soft, almost tender smile curved her lips.

“It’s always his way of making it up to me whenever he comes home late.”

“Well, he should,” her father muttered under his breath, exchanging a meaningful look with his wife and Mirriam.

Cassie caught the exchange but pretended not to notice.

“Don’t worry, Dad,” she said reassuringly. “I’ll mention it to him this time.”

“Don’t worry,” Mirriam suddenly cut in, her tone far too quick, too eager. “I’ll help you with that.”

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