The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Having Lunch

“I think it’s a trap. Someone is trying to lure you in.”

Cassia raised an eyebrow, totally unfazed.

“Then let them try.”

“Impressive!”

“Alright, spill it.”

“The job is to hack into Grey Group’s branch in Zrario. Find proof the branch manager is fudging the books and stealing funds.”

It sounded reasonable enough, but it didn’t have to be her. As Jake said, the Greys were probably setting her up.

“Boss, have you decided? Take it or not?”

“Hmm.”

She was taking it.

“Then be careful. If it’s a trap, call me–I’ll back you.”

“No need.”

Seven stared at his phone, jaw dropped.

“Mr. Grey, C actually took it!”

Draven had guessed C might bite, but part of that was hope. It was his trap. He didn’t expect anyone to

miss it.

“Interesting.”

C knew it was bait and still went for it. Was it guts? Or pure skill confidence?

Either way, Draven planned to show C that there was always someone stronger.

He squinted. His gaze reflected the kind of predator circling high above its prey.

It was the weekend, and the school was on break.

In the morning, Cassia went for her usual jog at the Zrario Sports Center.

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Chapter 134 Having Lunch

By late morning, a light winter drizzle started falling.

Just then, a car horn sounded behind her.

Cassia turned to see a plain black car, spotless and gleaming.

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The window rolled down, and Draven’s gaze landed on her. His voice was low and gentle. “Get in.”

Cassia hesitated.

“No one else is in the car,” he added, even gentler this time.

His warm tone was more comforting than the drizzle, making her feel comfortable.

“Thanks,” Cassia said, opening the back door and sliding in.

“Here, put this on. Don’t catch a cold.” Draven handed her his suit jacket and switched on the heater.

Cassia was a bit obsessive about cleanliness and didn’t usually wear other people’s clothes.

But the jacket was smooth, soft, and perfectly pressed.

And besides, Draven seemed clean and refined, so she eventually slipped the jacket on. It warmed her right away.

She sniffed lightly and caught a faint hint of cologne. It smelled nice.

Through the rearview mirror, Draven noticed her wrap the jacket around herself. His eyes curved slightly, a pleased glint flickering in them.

“Had lunch?”

“Not yet.”

“Me neither. Shall we?”

Before Cassia could answer, the car stopped in front of a crowded restaurant.

“My treat,” Draven said, glancing back at her.

Cassia turned toward the building, surprise flashing across her face.

Atelier Zrario?

It was at the top of Zrario’s food scene, tied with The Lennox.

The chefs were masters, the dishes amazing, and the service flawless.

If The Lennox catered to the general public, Atelier Zrario was for the city’s elite.

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