Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 657: The calm before the storm was reaching its final days

All his life, Finn never thought that there was anything that bothered him on a certain level. How could he be bothered when he knew what was coming for him and what to avoid? But right this second, a wish rose in his heart.

Let this person... this person who was crawling his way into Cassandra's life be someone else.

Finn stared at the glass of drink in his hand, repeating that sentiment like a morning mantra. After all, he had learned from Zoren that it was better to hope for something than nothing at all. He had learned from Zoren that the law of attraction had always been real.

It might be a little late, but he hoped it would work.

"Hehe." Cassandra giggled, her cheeks blushing as she stood in front of a dashing man in a casual sweater, trousers, and a pair of old moccasins. His hair was let down, its tips brushing against his thin-rimmed eyeglasses, which gave him a kind look.

"Right!" She cleared her throat, snapping out of the moment of admiration as she held his arm. "By the way, I bumped into a friend. Let me introduce you to him."

Cassandra took a few steps back to where Finn was, her arm hooked around her date. "Finn!"

A glint flickered across Finn's eyes as he straightened his back. Slowly, he turned his head and was not surprised that his prayers tonight had gone unheard.

"Finn, this is my date, Jonathan," Cassandra introduced before looking at Jonathan. "Joe, this is Finn, my friend."

Jonathan raised his brows briefly, casting her a curious look. Seeing his

expression, she giggled and leaned closer to him, making him bend down a little.

"He's

away, Cassandra winked at Finn while Jonathan smiled at her playfulness. Slowly, Jonathan faced Finn, catching the man as he stood up from the stool to face

was that Jonathan's wardrobe had undergone a huge change. This wasn't how he

about you," Jonathan said, extending his hand toward Finn.

"Russel?"

between them. Just when Finn thought he wouldn't take it, he clasped Jonathan's hand. Instead of a simple handshake, Finn stepped closer to lessen

about the Russels... somewhere," Finn said, leaning closer and turning his head away from Cassandra. "I am pleased to meet you,

mine, Finn Davis," he

staring at the man with a cunning smirk. Even if Jonathan dressed differently, he was still the same person Finn remembered. Jonathan

again, why

watching at that time, then he would know. And if Finn could

family affairs

darted her eyes between them, clearing her throat as she noticed the abrupt tension. "Hello? Is everything okay? You're not going to

as they faced her at the

to see you doing well," said Finn, finally letting go of Jonathan's hand. "But I

a little. "Well, take

before turning to Jonathan again. "It's a pleasure

past him. But just as Finn's shoulder

turned his head and looked at him. A cunning smirk hooked up

whispered, but his voice was clearer than the jazz music in the background. "I heard

He lowered his head and raised his brows playfully. "Anteca