The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 111

By calling Draven his “master,” Jason had made it seem like someone even greater was behind him. He wanted everyone to think even people like him were mere lackeys.

It kept Draven’s name hidden while amplifying his mystique. Smart move,

Still, Draven thought, he could’ve made it grander

Jason watched Cassia start toward the stairs. Then he stepped forward. “Ms. Wood, he said gently, his voice smooth and refined. “My master handpicked a gift for you. I ask that you take a moment to see it before you go.”

Cassia turned her head slightly, her eyes cool and unreadable.

Jason’s tone was respectful, but it carried quiet authority. He spoke with grace, the kind that made refusal seem almost impolite.

Cassia didn’t reply. She didn’t leave either.

Jason read her silence instantly. He stepped closer and extended his hand toward her, his gesture calm and deliberate.

Cassia was just about to say she was full, but then she stopped herself.

If she refused again, she’d make it seem like she was brushing off a genuine gesture. Whoever this man was, he hadn’t done all this to show off. She could tell it was meant to comfort her.

He must have heard what happened earlier–that the Woods had ignored her completely, tha she’d been shut away and left hungry all day.

Now everything made sense. The grand delivery, the roses, the invitation.

It wasn’t for vanity. It was compassion.

The thought touched her more than she expected. It felt sincere, unlike the false smiles and shallow charm of the guests downstairs.

If she rejected that, she’d be the one in the wrong.

Besides, she’d been locked in her room all day. This was her chance to finally get out, to breathe for a bit.

She lifted her gaze and said softly, “Alright. I accept your master’s invitation.”

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Her fingers brushed against Jason’s as she extended her hand.

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Jason knew exactly who was watching through the live feed. The possessive Draven would be following every detail, every movement. He didn’t dare linger too long.

He smiled faintly and pressed his thumb lightly against her middle finger. Then he led her down the steps before releasing her hand. He stayed half a step behind her as they made their way through the grand foyer.

The men in black followed in perfect formation, their movements smooth and precise. The sound of their footsteps echoed across the marble, rhythmic and powerful.

The crowd stood frozen, speechless.

To everyone watching, Cassia looked like a princess being escorted by her knight to a royal gala.

The sight was so striking that it didn’t even feel real.

Under Jason’s lead, Cassia stepped into a white luxury car. The door closed with a quiet click, and the vehicle slipped into the night, its headlights cutting through the darkness until it vanished from sight.

Moments later, another car rolled out of the Wood estate.

A gray Audi. Jason did not notice that. Neither did his bodyguards. Neither did anyone else.

Behind the wheel was Vance. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he stared at the car ahead.

“I’ll find out who you are,” he muttered. “I want to know what kind of man thinks he can pull this off.”

“Mr. Grey, Ms. Wood’s already in the car. We should move,” Seven said from the driver’s seat of the black sedan parked nearby.

Draven’s car eased forward. The engine’s low growl filled the air as the vehicle followed the same path into the city.

Inside the mansion, silence lingered for several long seconds before whispers erupted all at once. Guests turned to Brie and Kaleb, their eyes filled with intrigue and amusement.

They had been the center of attention only an hour ago. Now, they were the punchline of the evening.

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Seven’s car was the first to arrive at the Grand Laurel Hotel

The hotel’s manager was already waiting outside, straightening his tie nervously as the car pulled up. News of Draven’s arrival had spread fast. No one wanted to risk being unprepared when the most powerful man in Vrastin decided to dine somewhere.

Draven stepped out of the car, tall and composed. The soft gold lighting washed over him, highlighting his sharp features.

“Is everything ready?” His voice was low and even.

“Yes, sir. Everything’s arranged exactly as you instructed,” the manager said quickly, bowing his head.

Draven gave a short nod and headed toward the private suite prepared for him.

Seven parked and followed him inside. He pulled a sleek black card from his jacket and handed it to the manager. “Here. The entire hotel belongs to the Greys tonight. Mr. Grey doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“Understood, sir. We’ll make sure of it.”

It was no surprise. This was the Greys. Vrastin’s most powerful family. When they moved, everything–and everyone–moved around them.

The manager took the black card with a wide grin and hurried to the front desk. He swiped it through the reader, the faint sound echoing in the quiet lobby, then rushed back and offered i to Seven with both hands, his smile full of respect.

Seven slipped the card back into his coat pocket. “A young lady will arrive soon,” he said. His tone carried quiet authority. “She’s Mr. Grey’s honored guest. See that she’s welcomed properly.”

The manager nodded so quickly it was almost frantic. “Of course, sir. Everything will be perfect.”

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