The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 110

110 An Invitation

Chapter 110 An Invitation

The idea made her stomach flutter with pride.

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Just as the man reached the center of the room, Kaleb stepped forward, blocking his path.

His tone was sharp. “What’s your business here?”

The crowd instantly came alive with murmurs. Everyone knew exactly what this was. Jealousy.

And that means drama.

Danica’s classmates leaned in, whispering excitedly. Even Pansy smiled to herself. Her son was finally acting like he cared.

The stranger looked down at Kaleb with cool indifference. His voice was deep, calm, and confident. “I’m here to see Ms. Wood. I wish to invite her to dinner.”

Gasps erupted all around the room. He was here for Brie. Of course he was. And on her birthday, no less.

Dinner. The word alone was loaded with meaning.

Of course. Brie was the madonna of the school.

Brie could feel eyes on her, a mix of envy and awe. Her chest swelled with satisfaction. She lifted her chin slightly and smiled, trying to appear modest even as her heart soared.

Then Kaleb’s voice broke through the noise. “She’s my girlfriend.”

The words hit the crowd like a spark to dry leaves.

A few guests gasped. Others exchanged grins. Whispers flew.

Everyone threw envious looks at Brie.

Brie froze for half a second. Then she lowered her head, feigning shyness. The heat in her cheeks felt real now.

The man turned his gaze to Kaleb, expression flat. “I fail to see the part where that’s my business,” he said simply.

Kaleb’s jaw clenched. “What?”

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The man didn’t bother answering. He stepped around him and stopped in front of Cassia

“Ms. Wood,” he said respectfully, bowing his head slightly. “This is a gift from my employer 9999 roses. He would be thrilled if you would accept his dinner invitation.”

The men in suits moved as one, setting down their enormous bouquets in perfect rhythm. The scent of fresh roses filled the air. A flood of red surrounded Cassia, petals gleaming under the chandelier like a sea of fire.

The room went still.

Cassia’s brow lifted slightly.

Her gaze drifted over the crowd, then back to the roses piled at her feet.

Brie’s eyes followed, landing on Kaleb’s single bouquet resting on the table. It looked small now. Plain. Insignificant.

She wished he hadn’t brought it at all.

It was an irritating sight now.

Cassia’s voice was steady. “And who exactly is your employer?”

The man’s lips curved faintly. “I’m not allowed to say anything,” he answered smoothly. “But you’ll learn soon enough, should you accept the invitation.”

A wave of astonishment swept through the guests. Their whispers echoed across the hall. If she takes the invitation, she’ll get the answer to her question.

Cassia stood at the center of it all, surrounded by a mountain of roses, her figure calm and unshaken. Under the glow of the lights, she looked like something out of a dream.

“I’ve eaten enough. And I don’t accept gifts from people I don’t know. Take them back.”

Outside the Woods‘ mansion, a black luxury car sat under the golden light spilling from the porch. The engine purred faintly, the sound soft and restrained.

“Mr. Grey, she’s really something,” Seven said with a low whistle. “Most girls would’ve lost their minds getting that many roses. She just turned it down like it was nothing.”

Draven didn’t respond. His gaze stayed fixed on the monitor in front of him, where Cassia’s image flickered through a miniature camera attached to Jason’s suit.

Two hours earlier, he had been in the top–floor office, watching a replay of a race. Then Seven

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mentioned that the Woods had hosted a grand birthday party for their adopted daughter while leaving Cassia locked in her room.

She hadn’t eaten all day. The bastards were abusing her. They ignored her for a whole day.

That had been enough for him.

He’d switched off the replay, grabbed his coat, and taken his private jet straight to Zrario. He hadn’t even stopped to think. He wanted her to eat. He wanted her to feel seen.

If his grandfather hadn’t warned him to keep his name out of the public eye, he would’ve gone himself instead of sending Jason.

“Mr. Grey? You’re awfully quiet.” Seven looked over and caught him staring at the screen, his eyes dark and intent.

The way he watched her looked dangerous, like he could break through the glass just to stand in front of her.

Seven exhaled, pressing a hand to his stomach.

“Man, that’s some heavy devotion. I think I just got full watching it.’

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Jason Ramone, the one who had delivered the flowers, wasn’t just Draven’s friend. He was his closest ally.

He worked fast, spoke little, and always knew exactly what to do. The guy was Draven lite.

“If you dislike the flowers,” Jason said in a calm, even tone. “Then we shall not take them.”

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