The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23 It’s Her

Chapter 23 It’s Her

Danica almost explained that she hadn’t used their money, but she stopped herself. Fine, let them misunderstand her.

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Sure enough, during dinner, Victoria started dropping hints and making snide remarks. Geneva looked confused. She had only gone out to buy herself a new jacket. How did that suddenly make her a big spender?

Victoria’s words grew sharper and meaner, twisting everything to sound like Cassia was a shallow girl obsessed with luxury. Everyone at the table began to get the message.

So that’s what all this talk had been leading up to.

Cassia calmly finished her meal, set down her fork, and stood up. Her voice was cool and steady. “Whatever I buy, no matter how expensive, it’s with my own money. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Her words hit Victoria like a slap. Her face turned bright red with anger.

What is happening to the world?

Since when did the younger ones dare to talk back to their elders?

Cassia hadn’t meant to be disrespectful; she was simply stating a fact.

People who knew her well understood that.

The rest of the table sat in awkward silence. Everyone except Geneva looked entertained, like they were watching a show.

But Cassia didn’t give them the satisfaction. She straightened her back and walked toward the stairs.

Her stride was firm and confident. She looked both fearless and untouchably cool.

Danica couldn’t stand that attitude.

Every time she saw it, it made her furious. Yet there was nothing she could do about it.

She burned with frustration. She wanted to expose Cassia and told everyone that she must be getting her money from some sugar daddy. But without proof, they’d call her a liar.

Still, Danica thought darkly that there was always another day. One day, she’d catch Cassia red–handed. When that happened, everyone would see who Cassia really was..

It was already late fall. The wind had picked up, carrying waves of chill through the air. Leaves tumbled down the streets, and the number of pedestrians had thinned.

A black Mercedes eased to a stop by the curb.

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Chapter 23 It’s Her

The tinted windows on the right side slid down..

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In the back seat sat a man dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. It framed his broad shoulders and slim waist flawlessly. His arm rested casually on the window edge, a cigarette caught between his long fingers. The faint smoke curled upward as his cold, deep eyes fixed on the entrance of Zrario High. “Don’t tell me,” he said in a low, commanding voice, “that the person I’m looking for is here.”

Draven’s tone carried irritation. He was starting to wonder if he’d been too lenient with his subordinates. Were they trying to make a fool out of him?

His sharp profile caught the afternoon light: high–bridged nose, thin lips pressed together, and an expression both distant and dangerous. Watching the flood of teenagers pouring out through the school gates, he frowned deeply.

Seven, sitting in the passenger seat, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. He knew his boss’s patience was running out. Turning around, he said cautiously, “Boss, according to our sources, this is the place.”

Even as he said it, Seven didn’t sound convinced. He watched the students chatter and laugh on their way out, backpacks bouncing on their shoulders. Could one of them be the legendary healer they were searching for?

It sounded ridiculous–even to him. No wonder the boss looked like he was about to lose it.

Draven’s expression darkened. He knitted his brows and pressed, “When did this information come in? Are you sure it’s reliable?”

“About 20 minutes ago,” Seven answered, his voice uneasy. He couldn’t help glancing around–the setting itself felt ridiculous.

A school? Other than teachers and students, what could possibly be here?

The idea of a miracle doctor showing up at a high school made no sense at all. What would someone like that be doing in a place like this?

Draven flicked the ash from his cigarette and slowly exhaled a thin cloud of smoke. His sharp, cold gaze swept across the school gate and suddenly stopped.

That face. That figure. Is that her? The girl from the auction?

What on earth is she doing here?

Could she be a student at this school?

His pupils narrowed as he watched the slim figure walking through the sunlight, a strange feeling stirred inside him.

The wind picked up, blowing through her long hair. It shimmered like silk, dancing in the air. There was something almost unreal about her–part angel, part mystery. Her face was delicate and impossibly perfect, and her calm expression only made her beauty more striking.

She wore a simple hoodie with tiny denim shorts. Her long, slender legs caught the light as she walked.

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