Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 184

“No. I am not leaving this room until I get that dress,” Cassandra said, crossing her arms.

Her manager, Gena, who had been leaning against the wall checking her phone, sighed and stepped forward.

“Cass, come on. It’s not worth the trouble,” Gena said. “You’re making a scene, and it’s not going to help.”

Cassandra didn’t budge.

They were now back in Cassandra’s dressing room. The black dress was gone. Cassandra had been forced to leave the fitting room earlier when Cindy threatened to call security and “let the media cover a tantrum in real time.” Gena didn’t want the press involved, so she dragged Cassandra out before things escalated.

Cassandra paced in front of the mirror, arms still crossed.

“I’m not wearing anything else,” she muttered.

Gena dropped her bag on the couch and sat down. “Cass, you’re exhausting today.”

“I’m serious. That dress was mine.”

Gena leaned forward. “That dress was never yours. And Cindy wasn’t bluffing. Do you think she won’t let this explode online? She’d love the PR. You’re not the only one who knows how to use media.”

Again, Cassandra didn’t respond.

Gena stood up again. “Look. The white one is still here. You know–the silk with the hand–stitched pearl overlay? Deep V- neck, sheer sleeves, low back. It fits you better than the black one ever would. You’ll look taller, and your skin will pop under the lights. Plus, the slit in the black one made your knees look weird last time.”

Cassandra turned sharply. “I told Lawrence I’d wear black. I promised him.”

Gena stared. “Then call him. Let him handle it. Lawrence has pull with Cindy. If this really matters, he’ll step in.”

Cassandra mumbled something but pulled out her phone again. She dialed Lawrence’s number. Just as she expected, it connected after one ring.

quickly. “We have a

wait for him to respond.

Isabella. I don’t know who she is, but she was laughing–like actually

eyes behind her.

Cassandra kept going. “I even offered money. A promotion. And Cindy just shut me down. She treated me like I was nobody. Like I’m just an actress

this?” She paused and pressed her lips together, waiting for his reply. Then

middle of a meeting. Just wear what you

had already ended the call. Almost immediately, Cassandra’s face turned hot. She looked at

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was interrupted by a knock on the door. The two quickly

woman said. She was one of Cassandra’s PAs, named Cleo.

handed Cassandra the tablet.

has some ties to the Rossi Group. But I checked the names of the executives of the Rossi Group, and she’s not one of

course, she knew Pamella. They used to go to school together in a private boarding school in New York. She was a friend of Cassandra and one of the people who helped her score a gig when she started acting,

“Isabella Rossi,” she read aloud.

Isabella being Calen’s ex–girlfriend popped up. Another article speculated about workplace

narrowed. She tapped the side of the

No formal title. If she’s really an heiress, why is she

shrugged. “Some of them like

the industry. People who had the same last names as those well–known individuals and would immediately claim some sort of connection. If Isabella really did have something with Calen before, the pieces clicked together.

office romance,” she muttered. “She tried to seduce Calen Weiss. Got dumped for

I call Miss Pamella and let her know

up. “You haven’t yet?”

did,” Cleo replied with a guilty look on her face. “I called her to confirm the information. She said Miss Rossi isn’t

as she set the tablet on the table. She’d heard about Pamella’s engagement just a few days ago, and now Pamella tells her that Isabella Rossi

That’s all I needed to