"How was it? Are you satisfied with what you got today?" asked Charles as he put his arm around Cassandra's shoulders.
Cassandra smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, I was very satisfied, especially when I saw her pale face because she thought I wanted to ask her what she and my father were talking about."
"Yes, it was fun," Charles replied.
Cassandra and Charles deliberately left Mr. Harris' room with the lawyer curious. It was also possible that Mr. Harris's feelings were now completely confused by the two of them.
Cassandra then turned to her husband and took a long breath, "Although I'm satisfied with what I got, it's still not fun. I just didn't think that the person my mother trusted would betray her."
Cassandra was silent as she imagined what would happen if her mother were alive today. "Charles, what do you think made Mr. Harris change his mind and betray my mother?"
Charles pursed his lips briefly and faintly smiled, "Hmm, especially if it wasn't money."
"Money? How much money is my father going to give? Then, is it possible that Mr. Harris needs money from my father? Hasn't he been a high-class lawyer, it seems impossible that he is short of money," Cassandra said, trying to deny it.
Charles smiled slightly, "Well, that's the visible, but what about the invisible? Do we know about it?"
Cassandra nodded and began to think of other possibilities. "Maybe.
"Just leave that to me; let my people take care of it." After that, Charles took an invitation out of his pocket and gave it to Cassandra.
"What is this?" asked Cassandra, looking at the white invitation card with gold ink strokes.
"You can check it. It's an invitation to the gathering in white that will be held next week, and the invitation you brought is a VIP invitation."
Cassandra then looked at the invitation once more. Although the Miller family had received the invitation several times, Cassandra never attended.
That time, her father said that he had only received three invitations, and he invited Vivian because he felt sorry for Vivian, who was a stepdaughter. Cassandra used to take her parents' word for it, but she made a big mistake.
All of that showed that Cassandra had no family love. Perhaps she was seen as an obstacle to Geoffrey and his new family's happiness.
Her sudden marriage to Charles had shown it all. One by one, their rottenness was revealed. Or could the events of that night be a deliberate trap set by them?
"Oh, you're going to invite me to come to that? It's my first time." Cassandra then told Charles everything, and he just chuckled.
"Never mind, you'll see it all this weekend!" Charles patted Cassandra's palm and took her shopping to pick out a very appropriate dress for the occasion.
"Shopping?" asked Cassandra.
Charles smiled faintly, "Don't women love shopping, and shopping takes the edge off?"
"No need, I haven't worn all the clothes you gave me. There's no way there's a white dress." Cassandra tried to refuse.
"No, I insist."
Without Cassandra's consent, Charles immediately ordered the driver to drive to a high-end shopping center.
"Come on!" Charles invited while holding the hand of Cassandra, who was currently looking lazy, to shop.
Just as they were about to enter the famous designer's boutique, Charles' cell phone suddenly rang.
"Cassandra, I'll answer the phone first. You just go in and choose what you want to buy!" Charles handed Cassandra a black card, "You wear this, the password is your birthday!"
"Huh!" said Cassandra as she stomped her foot in annoyance, but still, she walked into the boutique and was immediately greeted by one of the salesgirls.
"May I help you, Miss?" the saleswoman asked kindly.
"Hmm, do you have a white dress that makes me look elegant? It doesn't need to be too formal, but not too casual either," Cassandra said.
"You have the right choice once you walk into this store. Please come with me to find the right dress and accessories for you," said the saleswoman kindly.
Cassandra followed the saleswoman with her hair in a ponytail to one side of the all-white boutique.
"Wow," Cassandra murmured in awe of the dresses on display. She took one look at each of the dresses in the glass cabinet and stopped at a knee-length one-shoulder dress with an asymmetrical cut bottom and gold embroidery on the chest and sleeves. The waist was decorated with Swarovski crystals, giving it a luxurious impression.
"Do you like it? Let me get it for you." The saleswoman deftly took the dress Cassandra was looking at without waiting for her approval.
"But this is ...." Cassandra tried to glance at the price tag on the dress but couldn't see it. The saleswoman continued saying good things about the dress and asked Cassandra to try it.
But just as she turned around, Cassandra was startled again by a familiar voice in her ear.
"Cassandra, are you here? What are you doing? Are you here to apply for a job? But if you're applying for a job? Poor you; since you left the Miller family, you've become a waitress," taunted Jordan, who suddenly arrived with Vivian.
Cassandra just smiled slightly and ignored the man. She immediately asked the shop assistant to help her.
"Cassandra! I'm talking to you!" exclaimed Jordan.
Cassandra stopped and turned to the two of them. "What am I doing here, what does it have to do with you two?"
Jordan then glanced at the dress the shop assistant was holding and turned to Vivian, who had been tugging at her arm. "What is it, dear?" asked Jordan, deliberately emphasizing his status to Cassandra.
"The dress that the maid is carrying is the special edition dress that I wanted. There were only three pieces made. One already belongs to a model who's modeling it, one belongs to a European royal princess and one is in the servant's possession. I don't want Cassandra to have it," Vivian whispered.
"Don't worry, I know how." Jordan immediately approached the servant and Cassandra and cleared his throat.
"Cassandra, look at you! What did you choose a dress like this for? Do you have the means to afford it?" Jordan quipped.
"That's right Cassandra, I don't want to belittle you, but you're no longer part of the Miller family, and you don't even manage the Miller family hotel anymore. You shouldn't embarrass yourself by insisting on buying that dress," Vivian added.
"Wait! You said the hotel belongs to the Miller family? Are you not dreaming? Since when does the Miller family own a hotel? The hotel that you and Jordan are now managing belonged to my late mother, and as far as I remember my mother is not related to you," Cassandra replied curtly.
Vivian stiffly paused, then said, "Oh, but my father gave it to me. He said you weren't fit to manage it. The mistakes you made were too big and unforgivable."
"Oh, is that true? We'll see whose hotel it is," Cassandra quipped and turned around. But again, Jordan called out to her.
"That's enough Cassandra, no need to talk about the hotel this time, you don't own it anymore anyway. Now the most important thing is that you must give the dress to Vivian, because only she deserves to wear it. That beautiful dress doesn't deserve to be worn by a slut like you!" Jordan exclaimed.
"If I want to buy it, what do you want?" Cassandra retorted. Then, she produced the card Charles gave her and showed it to the saleswoman. "You accept card payments, right?"
The shop assistant nodded quickly. "Of course Miss, we do. Do you still want to try it?"
"Do you think I'm too fat to fit into that dress?" asked Cassandra.
The saleswoman shook her head, "No ma'am, you're the perfect size for this dress."
"Then pack it for me and process the payment!" ordered Cassandra as she handed over the black card Charles had given her.
"Huh! Did you really buy it? What other man would you seduce into giving you a black card," Jordan quipped.
Vivian then approached Cassandra and rubbed her half-sister's arm. "Cassandra, did you know that dress cost over a million dollars? Even though you still have some money saved up right now, shouldn't you save it for your future needs?"
"It's true what Vivian said; you can't always be a princess.
"You guys again!" exclaimed Charles, suddenly approaching Cassandra.
At that moment, Jordan and Vivian gasped in shock at the man's arrival. Vivian quickly returned to playing the soft-hearted woman behind her mask of deceit.
"Hey Charles, don't get me wrong. The two of us are here to advise your wife not to be too wasteful. She just spent more than a million dollars on a dress. Isn't that a sign that she is pushing you too hard?" Vivian asked.
Charles immediately took the receipt in Cassandra's hand and looked at it. "Just a dress and spent over a million dollars," Charles muttered but was heard by Vivian and Jordan. The two looked at each other and gave Cassandra a sardonic smile.