Amidst the sound of jet engines roaring overhead coupled with the pleasant voice of the airport
intercom announcing the next flight, Cassandra bid Lyndsy farewell.
Cassandra wanted so badly to go with her, but Lyndsy refused, insisting that she should go alone.
Given the circumstances, Cassandra had no choice but respect her decision.
Fortunately, Rufus had already arranged for the best doctor and medical care that money could buy, so
Cassandra believed everything would be alright.
"Lyndsy, I'm always here whenever you have a problem,"
Cassandra said. A strange gut feeling made her uneasy, she choked back her words as she repeatedly
asked Lyndsy if she would be okay.
"Cassandra, don't say that you'll wait for me, okay? Go and work at the TY Group since Stella had
already gone there. I'm worried about you because you're the only one working at the office now,"
Lyndsy held Cassandra's hand firmly and consoled her. She felt utterly sad seeing Cassandra's
concerned look.
"Stop overthinking. You're still my boss unless you call a press conference and tell everyone that you're
leaving the industry forever!"
Cassandra refused to let Lyndsy get too stressed. The most important thing right now was for her to
acclimate herself to the treatment.
Lyndsy's body turned rigid for a moment, but soon went back to normal, and a smile formed on her lips.
"I'm so lucky to have known you, Cassandra. You're the best girl I have ever met! You're generous,
kindhearted, strong, independent and above all, responsible..."
Cassandra interjected before she could finish, "Wait, wait, stop. Lyndsy, you're my boss. Why would
you flatter me like that? More of that and I might just turn arrogant!"
Cassandra teased Lyndsy with a lighthearted smile, but she was actually deeply touched.
She felt that Lyndsy understood her on a personal level. Their mutual trust for each other relieved her.
"Cassandra, please, please take care of yourself. Always aim for your own happiness!"
Without warning, Lyndsy reached out and embraced Cassandra tightly as she whispered into her ear.
"Don't worry, Lyndsy, I will. You be well, and brave the treatment. Don't ever falter,"
Cassandra replied as she returned the embrace and stroked her back softly. She felt a twinge of
sadness in her heart.
She felt extremely guilty because she still hadn't figured out who set Lyndsy up.
The two girls were actually bidding farewell as if they would never see each other again. This made
Cassandra feel utterly empty.
When they went their separate ways, she felt a little lost, wandering about not knowing where to go
exactly.
Cassandra got lost in the thought, pondering on what to do with Lyndy's things. She then decided that
she would move them out of the office. They had signed the leasing contract to a man who worked
under Rufus, technically, the office belonged to Rufus. So she would be giving back the key to him.
The moment she was about to book for a ride-share, a familiar black sedan pulled up slowly in front of
her.
The car window sunk, and Lionel's head stuck out of the window with a big, fat smile on his face.
"Cassandra, what a coincidence! I'm actually here to see someone off as well. Where are you headed?
I can give you a ride,"
Lionel said with an innocent smile. In truth, he had followed her all the way to the airport.
"Thanks, Lionel. But I can book my own ride,"
Cassandra said without looking at him. Her face turned grim, and she stepped aside. She wanted
nothing to do with him.
When she was set up by him in the past, Rufus didn't go into the details, but she definitely smelled
something fishy. All the more reason why she refused to be with Lionel alone. This would also attract
unwanted attention and eventually, gossip.
"Don't be a stranger! There's nothing wrong if you treat me like a friend. Your fear of Rufus suspecting
is gravely unfounded."
Lionel wanted a reaction out of Cassandra. Of course, Cassandra wasn't the same young, naive girl
anymore. She just smiled at him.
Lionel moved his car closer to Cassandra, to keep chatting with her.
"Look, Cassandra. I can't count on Rufus right now. I have an extremely important bid right now that the
Tang Group is ready to win. As you know, the design aspect has always been our weakness, so I was
hoping to get some consultation from you, and maybe you can give some input on our current design,"
Lionel said with a serious tone, all levity gone from his face.
It worked. Cassandra turned her head towards Lionel. This sparked joy in his heart.
"Cassandra, how about we get some coffee somewhere and go over this. I have the documents with
me. I'm asking you this because I think of you as a friend. I know you can't stand idly by and watch
Tang Group miss this huge opportunity and eventually hit a dead end, right?"
Lionel said. He had put everything into this bid, to conquer or to die.
Cassandra, fidgeted for a moment, torn between going straight home or helping Lionel.
She couldn't persuade Rufus to breath life onto the Tang Group, so her only way to help was this.
"I'll take a separate car. Your car can follow mine,"
Cassandra said. Her hand reached out to hail a passing cab. She still wouldn't want to be alone with
Lionel in privacy.
Lionel conceded and just shrugged. He then drove after her towards a nearby coffee shop.
It was quiet and less frequented by people. Nothing could possibly go wrong here.
Cassandra took a firm seat, and reached over the table to take the bidding documents from Lionel's
hands and carefully skimmed towards the design.
"Not bad at all this time. I get the feeling that it's both practical and beautiful, never sacrificing form nor
function. It still needs some highlights though, so it can really stand out. I'll tell you about possible
modifications when I have some ideas,"
Cassandra said. She gave back the bidding documents and promptly stood up to leave. Lionel stopped
her by grabbing her arm.
"Cassandra, you… you're just leaving like that?"
Lionel asked, his mouth agape. 'Just like that, huh? Without even really talking to me?' he thought.
"I need a few days to get inspiration. I remember every detail of the design. I'll polish it on my own at
home,"
Cassandra answered quickly, shaking off Lionel's hand. His mere touch made her extremely uneasy.
"Cassandra, sit down please. I still have more to discuss,"
Lionel begged as his eyes darkened for a moment. He wasn't just here for the design.
Cassandra turned towards Lionel, thought for a moment, then sat down.
"So, what is it?"
Cassandra asked. She thought Lionel had something more important to tell her other than the design
documents, but she really had no idea…
"Cassandra, come back. Come back to the Tang Group. After all, Lyndsy's studio is gone,"
Lionel pleaded, looking at Cassandra straight in the eye. Designing was indeed the weak link for the
Tang Group. If Cassandra could come back, they'd definitely come out on top.
Cassandra let out a sigh, "We've talked about this. I won't go back."
She frowned, thinking, 'Why wouldn't he just give it a rest?'
"But you said you won't come back unless Lyndsy's studio is gone…"
Cassandra stopped him before he could finish his sentence.
"That's true. The studio is gone, but that doesn't automatically mean I'm going back. I still have other
choices. That's just it. Now if you may excuse me, I've got other things to do,"
Cassandra said as she was standing up, preparing to leave, which irritated Lionel to no end.
"What do you mean, Cassandra? Are you taking me for a fool?"
Lionel said, his face contorting to anger.
"Me? Playing you? What did I do?"
Cassandra looked at Lionel quizzically.
"You've said that you would, but now you won't admit it. I even went to the trouble of…"
Suddenly Lionel realized something and stopped in his tracks.
Cassandra went rigid as she was overtly sensitive about this.
"What trouble?"
Cassandra asked, looking at Lionel with confusion; while Lionel coughed and pretended to be choking
on something.
"No… It's nothing. You can leave now. I… I need to go back to the office. I left some unfinished
business…"
Lionel was completely incoherent, mumbling about something. He couldn't take back what he just said.
"Lionel, did you have something to do with Lyndsy's accident?" Cassandra asked straight up.
She had always had her doubts about Lionel, which were growing stronger and stronger. Now it was
too big to ignore.
"No! No! How can it ever be related to me?"
Lionel denied vehemently. His eyes were turning frantic and he couldn't even look at Cassandra in the
eyes.
She knew Lionel well, even though she never got along well with him.
Lionel only wanted her back at the Tang Group, but she had declared her condition of never going back
unless Lyndsy's studio was gone. He did what had to be done for the good of the company.
Cassandra's hands started to quiver when she thought of this.
"Lionel, answer me. Did you do it or not?"
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