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.

“We have a

didn’t wait for him

know who she is, but she was laughing–like actually enjoying this. I’m telling you, they

her eyes

polite,” Cassandra kept going. “I even offered money. A promotion. And Cindy just shut me down. She treated me

for his reply. Then added, “That woman just insulted me. Are you going to let her get

the middle of a meeting. Just wear what you want to wear. Let’s talk about

could say more, the latter had already ended the call. Almost immediately, Cassandra’s face turned hot. She looked at Gena, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Did–Did that just

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a knock on the door. The two quickly looked at the

named Cleo. “I found out something about that

Cassandra

Group. But I checked the names of the executives of the Rossi Group, and she’s not one of them. Also, she’s currently working for another company–Weiss Inc. And get this… Miss Pamella Johnson’s fiance is

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

tablet, her finger pausing when she reached a highlighted line. “Isabella Rossi,” she read aloud. “Affiliated with Weiss Inc…. previously linked to Calen Weiss…And heiress?”

being Calen’s ex–girlfriend popped up. Another article speculated about workplace dynamics, hinting at

the side of the tablet and glanced at Cleo,

executive board. No formal title. If

shrugged. “Some of them like to ‘build

this in the industry. People who had the same last names as those well–known

muttered. “She tried to

“Should I call Miss Pamella and let

looked up. “You haven’t yet?”

confirm the information. She said Miss Rossi isn’t affiliated with Mr. Weiss anymore and is about to leave Weiss Inc. Miss

about Pamella’s engagement just a few days

all I