All of a sudden, Cassandra became the backbone of the whole family. She stayed calm as much as
she could. Edith and Cloris finally managed to calm themselves down. They listened to Cassandra and
went to the bathroom to wash up before going to bed.
When Edith and Cloris left the living room, and she was left alone, Cassandra felt that she had been
drained with all her strength. She lost her balance and fell down on the floor with a loud thud.
Cassandra was bothered however, why the heating machine inside the mansion wasn't turned on.
Strangely, all the servants were gone too, the tables and the pieces of furniture were covered with dust.
It seemed that it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
Just half a year ago, the Qin family was very wealthy and decent. How come the luxurious mansion
turned into such a shabby, deserted house overnight?
Although their business wasn't doing great, at least they were still earning profits. They didn't need to
be this wretched.
Cassandra walked out of the house while holding her throbbing head. She found Rufus beside his
parked car by the gates. He had been waiting for her, still.
As he saw her coming, Rufus lit a cigar and puffed a heave of smoke from it. He was smoking heavily
and there were butts everywhere.
Cassandra thought Rufus had left after what seemed like eternity dealing with her mother and cleaning
up the mansion. She didn't expect him to wait for her.
She walked towards him very quietly. He was looking at the sky so she lifted up her head too. The sky
was filled with stars tonight and the moon cast a shy glow that illuminated the ether.
"It's late now. Why don't you just come inside and stay for the night? Our guest room is comfortable
enough. You can leave the next morning."
Thinking about how Rufus drove several hours to bring her back, Cassandra felt grateful and moved.
"Thank you, but I'm fine. I'll be staying in my car."
To Cassandra's surprise, Rufus rejected her.
"Although the heating machine is out, I can give you an electric blanket. You won't feel cold."
Cassandra thought Rufus was afraid of being cold since the heating machine didn't work.
Cigarette smokes rose up in the air as Rufus put out his cigar. His face went serious after hearing
Cassandra's words.
'Afraid of feeling cold?' he thought. Of all the things to consider, he wasn't bothered by the thought of a
slight chill. Rufus was not afraid of the cold at all.
He wasn't a spoiled son from a rich family who hadn't been through any difficulties. Rufus used to sleep
on bare concrete floors and all he got was a thin mat. The mat, however, didn't help him stay warm
during those cold nights.
Even though he was very tired and sleepy, all he could do was take some naps. He couldn't sleep well
because he kept on shivering.
Unlike Rufus, Lionel was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. When he was a child, he was
surrounded by a bunch of servants. He got the best meals, the best clothes, and the best education.
Besides, there awaited a large company for him to inherit.
Sadly for Rufus, it was the other way around.
He went into the training camp. Those years which he had spent there were so painful that he could
never forget that experience for the rest of his life.
He shed more sweats and tears more than Lionel ever had in his life. The difficulties he had overcome
was much more than those of Lionel. If he were on his place, Lionel could never have endured what
Rufus had gone through.
Thus, there was no way for Rufus to be afraid of the cold. He had gone through that and been used to
the sensation.
"I will just stay in the car. Why don't you go back inside? It's cold outside. I'll drive you to the detention
center to visit your father in the day."
Then he opened the car door, got into the car and reclined the seat. He was ready to sleep.
Standing next to the car, Cassandra heaved a sigh and her breath could be seen in the cold air. She
opened the car and sat on the passenger seat.
Rufus turned his face to stare at Cassandra. His eyes were deep and swollen.
Cassandra also turned her face to look intensely at Rufus' eyes. She said sincerely, "Thank you."
She didn't know what else to say to him except for these words of gratitude. Rufus just smiled. He
stretched out his hand and touched Cassandra's hair. He was saddened to see her in such ordeals.
"Everything will be okay as long as you're fine."
Cassandra felt warm again. Everything seemed to be fine when she was with Rufus as if everything
would fall into its places with just one snap of his fingers. She felt safe and secured whenever he was
around. In an effort to stop her tears from falling, Cassandra bit her lips and nodded her head sternly at
Rufus.
"Hopefully, everything would be okay," she muttered.
Day broke, Cassandra and Rufus went to the detention center to look for Vernon. He had been there
for just one night, but he looked much withered. He seemed to grow a lot of mustaches overnight.
Cassandra knew that Vernon must have been interrogated for the whole night, that was why he looked
so exhausted. She felt sorry for her father, her eyes brimmed with tears.
When Vernon caught sight of Cassandra, there was excitement in his eyes. But seconds later, he
became calm.
It was Cassandra, not Cloris, his favorite daughter.
There were a lot of officials around them. Cassandra dared not to ask her father what happened. All
she could do was to cheer him up. She comforted him by promising that she would try her best to oil
the wheels.
But the truth was that she had no idea about what to do or whether she had the ability to help her
father. But what else could she do? She couldn't make her father feel more worried.
Cassandra knew from Vernon's eyes that he had done something bad or even illegal and the police
had the evidence. Otherwise, he wouldn't be detained.
Vernon had signed a contract for a construction project with the government. To ensure that he could
win the project, Vernon bribed the official who was in charge of the bid.
Now the construction wasn't even completed halfway, someone reported that the company was cutting
short the budget, compromising the quality of the project. Yesterday, there were lots of news online with
endless reposted tweets. Thus, police officers of the North District in G City started their investigation
immediately and arrested Vernon and the official involved.
The jelly-built project was there for the public to see. Vernon couldn't deny it. The best out of the worst
was that the project hadn't been finished and it hadn't caused any damage so far. Therefore, there was
still a chance for Cassandra to use her network to see whether she could help her father straighten
things out.
The post which reported Vernon was anonymous, so it was hard for Cassandra to find the person
responsible for her father's arrest.
She didn't know whether it was the official or Vernon who offended someone. Either way, the Qin family
was fraught with grim possibilities this time.
Running out of option, Cassandra decided to call Horace. Horace sounded very concerned on the other
end of the phone.
"Cassandra, I've talked to one of the officials who are in charge of this case about your father's
situation. You can go to his office later and listen to his opinion. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay...I'll do that. Thank you."
Cassandra didn't know how to thank Horace for all the help he had given her.
"No problem. We're family. Go and talk to him."
Horace hung up the phone. He raised his eyebrows and asked Jill to continue the massage on his
shoulders.
He was lying in bed, enjoying Jill's massage.
"Vernon is so careless this time. It is just a small project. And yet he failed to handle it and got caught. I
guess he might end up in prison. I told you not to help the Qin family back then. They know nothing
about running a business. But you just ignored me. Worse was, you asked Lionel to marry his
daughter."
Jill couldn't hide her contempt. She complained while giving Horace a massage. Horace, who had his
eyes closed while savoring the massage, didn't look worried at all, way different from how he sounded
on the phone.
"I don't care as long as he didn't drag the Tang Group down with him. Four years ago, I decided to lend
him money to help him make a quick turnover. I have to admit that his idea at that time was good and it
would help our company make profits. And I didn't lose my money anyway. In fact, I have earned more
profits, ten times of the money I lent him that year. As for Cassandra, she is a talented designer…"
Before Horace finished his words, Jill pinched him harder and interrupted him.
"I really don't think Cassandra is such a talented designer. Don't you see the news? She plagiarized
other's work. Just as the saying goes, a fish stinks from the head down. Like father, like daughter. See
what Vernon has done! He not only lost his money but also got himself into prison. How could an
incapable man like him have a great daughter anyway?"
Every time she thought about Cassandra plagiarizing other's work, Jill's disappointment towards her
grew stronger.
"Well, Vernon never mentioned to me that he had won the project. How could he win the bid and take
the project, considering that his company is so small? The only possible reason was that he bribed the
officials."
Horace turned around, changed his position and stretched out his arm, letting Jill give his arm a rub-
down.
"You're right. So I am not going to get involved in this. What I could do is to connect Cassandra with the
police. She has to solve the problem on her own."
Jill's massage skills were great. Horace was very relaxed.
Seeing Horace so chilled and unperturbed, Jill felt happy too. This was one of the many rare occasions
that he was not contradicting her opinions. She thought, 'So, the massage is working.'
Ivy was the one who suggested the idea of giving Horace a massage to Jill. She told her that she
learned it from a famous Japanese masseuse. Moreover, she hyped that aside from the relaxation and
relief the massage would ignite the cold treatment Horace had for her. She assured Jill that Horace's
passionate feelings for her would be restored anew.
Jill was fond of massages. She frequently visited wellness spas to relieve herself from stress. But by
herself, she knew nothing about those skills and would never offer to learn them.
However, Ivy told her that she once gave the massage to Lionel, and he enjoyed it very much. Lionel
even would ask her to do it for him once in a while.
"Thank God, I'm pregnant now. Otherwise, I have to massage him again. Auntie Jill, why don't you
learn the skills and use on Uncle Horace? I'm sure he will be very happy if you do that for him," Ivy
cheerfully suggested.
Horace sat in front of a chair the whole day and was always busy with his work. He used to find a
masseuse twice in a week. Thinking about this, Jill thought if she learned the skill, she could not only
help Horace ease the burden but also enhance their relationship. 'So why not?' Jill thought.
After learning the craft from Ivy, she decided to give it a try tonight. Horace was impressed.
He praised her by saying, "You really impress me, honey. I didn't know you know how to massage."
Moreover, to show his genuine happiness, Horace even bought her two limited edition bags from
abroad.
Jill gave the bright colored one to Ivy. She thanked her for teaching her the massage skills and was
beginning to like her even more.
As for Cassandra…
she walked out of the detention center and headed to another building, looking for the official that
Horace had mentioned to her.
The bright skies of the day gradually turned dark. 'It must be an unpeaceful winter, ' Cassandra
concluded.
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