[ Chapter 45 ]
4th day of the international conference.
Under the glimmering lights of the nighttime city, an ultra luxurious white, custom-built Rolls Royce Ghost with personalized license plate 'J4' could be seen speeding through the scintillating street of Imperial.
As the pristine white continued onward, oblivious to the bustling night outside, sitting elegantly inside the soundless sedan, a finely suited man could be seen seated with the blond-haired beauty dressed in a peach Oxford blouse.
Seated across from Julian, with her two delicate fingers slipped between her scarlet lips as she fed herself a grape, Cassandra had a quite amused look in her face while her other hand held a cluster of fresh grapes.
Kept minding her own business elegantly chewing on the grapes, she took in the rare sight of the man across her. She looked as he faced the window, right now, he's issuing a string of impatient commands to someone through his phone.
