The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 392

Cassia walked straight up to Tyne.

“Arghhh!”

Tyne screamed, squeezed her eyes shut, and lifted both arms to cover her head.

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She waited for the pain. It never came. Tyne slowly opened one eye and peeked through her fingers. Cassia was gone.

Before Tyne could react, Cassia had already walked past her and moved behind her. She didn’t even look back. To Cassia, Tyne might as well have been thin air.

Tyne turned around without thinking. She stared at Cassia’s back as it grew farther and farther away, her heart still pounding in shock.

Midnight.

Cassia sat inside a loud, crowded bar with one leg crossed over the other. Her patience was clearly gone. “Jake,” she said coldly. “Did you call everyone from this area back yet?”

Jake stood in front of her with deep respect.

“Yes, everyone’s back. We’ve already caught two people. They confessed and named the others.”

“Good.” Cassia tapped her fingers lightly. “Lock the bar doors now. Give me the list. Seriously, I’ve only been gone a short time, and this already happened.”

She was wearing a grim skull mask that covered most of her face, leaving only her eyes visible. Those eyes were icy and sharp.

The heavy mood wiped the smile off Jake’s face. He handed her a thick stack of names.

Cassia flipped through the list quickly, page by page.

Some names were circled in red. Others were crossed out. No one dared ask what the marks meant.

Everyone not involved was pushed out of the bar, half–forged and half–panicked.

Cassia stood up and walked slowly to the stage in the center.

There was only a chair and a wooden table there.

She sat down, pulled a sharp knife from her coat, and slammed it hard onto the table. “I haven’t left for a long time,” she said, her voice calm but dangerous, “and you already forgot the rules?”

A thunderous reply rose from below. “Boss, we would never forget!”

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A sea of people stood beneath the stage. Every one of them had a red band tied around their left arm.

Jake had one too.

He stepped forward and took out a plastic bag.

From it, he shook out a small clear pouch. Inside was a bright red poppy, vivid as blood.

Cassia picked it up and held it between her fingers. “You didn’t forget?” she asked quietly. “Then tell me, why did something like this go missing on my turf?”

The room exploded with whispers and nervous voices.

Jake dragged two men with swollen faces up onto the stage.

Cassia did not even look at those men. She tossed the bag of red poppies onto the ground and crushed it hard under her heel. The bright petals burst and smeared across the floor.

Her eyes, usually calm and distant, sharpened like a hawk’s. She scanned the area slowly, as if searching for something.

After a moment, she spoke. “Which department do these two belong to?” She raised her voice. “The person in charge, get up here. Teach them the rules properly.”

A large man with a fierce tiger tattoo running down his arm stormed forward. His face was dark with rage. Without hesitation, he kicked each of the two men once. “You useless idiots!”

The big man still did not seem satisfied and moved to strike again. Cassia spoke calmly, stopping him. “That’s enough, Buck. Calm down. You’ll have your turn to deal with them later.”

Then she turned her head toward Jake. “Bring the microphone over. Let them read the rules out loud. Slowly and clearly.”

Several sheets of paper were thrown onto the floor in front of the two men. Shaking, they bent down and picked them up.

Buck Guzman watched their slow movements and snapped. He lifted his foot and kicked again. “Hurry up! Didn’t you hear what the boss said?”

One of the men began to read, voice trembling. “The Crows‘ rules, one … visiting paid companions is allowed, but gambling is forbidden. Forcing anyone against their will is strictly banned. Violators will be castrated. Secondly, private fights are not allowed unless they are reported. Do not bring trouble to the organization. Violators will be expelled. Three…”

Cassia narrowed her eyes, impatience flashing across her face.

“Who told you to start from the beginning?” she spoke coldly. “Read the rule you broke, Only that.”

The man swallowed hard. “Stealing… stealing from the gang is forbidden. Violators will be punished based on severity… in serious cases, the finger will be cut off.”

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