"Cassandra!" a man was screaming.
That's Santiago's voice. Cassandra turned her head towards the well-dressed man who was now running towards her.
Cassandra didn't want to linger with Carlos; they had nothing in common, only a grudge that Cassandra had held against Xavier's family. Cassandra wished never to see them again. She took a deep breath; she noticed that her body was wrapped only in a skimpy swimsuit that almost exposed her body.
What did Carlos do to me! Cassandra asked herself in anger, was he the one who lifted me from the pool to this chair!
Wild speculation ran through Cassandra's mind.
"Santiago," Cassandra called as the man approached. Santiago's face looked angrily towards Carlos, who was not far from Cassandra.
"You can go now," Santiago said imperiously. His eyes stared intently at Carlos, as if those eyes had the power to break into his head.
