Chapter 40 A Dirty Story

The night unveiled a dirty story. Lionel and Ivy were planning something.

"I can't believe that you actually went to H City,"

Ivy said, feigning indifference. But as Lionel watched her reactions, a fleeting hint of jealousy and her
shortness of breath betrayed her.

"What about it? Are you jealous? I only went there to get a scoop on Rufus, so that I can kick him out of
the Tang Group more easily," responded Lionel.

The whole night, he appeared a little absent-minded. Every time he replayed the humiliating scenes of
Rufus forcing him to kneel before Cassandra and kicking him out afterward, Lionel's anger against his
brother kept on boiling.

At heart, he swore that he would have Rufus paid the price!

"So, did you find anything?"

Ivy's question was tongue-in-cheek. She didn't take Lionel's words seriously.

In response to her teasing, he simply sneered, turned over in bed, and snuggled closer to her.

Wearing a sensuous shade of red lipstick, Ivy whispered into his ears, "Lionel. I'll soon get the
evidence."

It was very late. The darkness was gathering outside, just like Lionel's moods. It was time to hit the
sack, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day. For the fretful day it had been, Lionel had feared he
would turn and toss for the better part of the night. But by some stroke of luck, he went out like a light
and slept quite peacefully.



Early in the morning as the first rays of sunlight lit the horizon, Lionel convinced himself that the bright
day would banish his melancholy and he would lift up his head again.

The eminent landmark of G City, the Tang Group towers, with its classy blue finish sparkled in the
morning light.

In good time, Cassandra arrived at the offices and headed straight to her own department. The few
staff members who had made it earlier welcomed her with congratulatory messages for her feat in
sealing the multi-million dollar deal for the company.

"Manager Qin, that was incredible! I can't believe you made the deal, quick and easy. Someone is
going to get a promotion," enthused one colleague.

"Yeah, I've always believed Manager Qin's credentials. With charisma, brains and go-getting attitude,
Manager Qin deserves the position," chipped in another.

"We feel privileged working under you. You have a lot for us to learn. Together we will make a
difference to out company." added yet another.

…

The compliments were endless, overwhelming. By now, a small crowd had formed around her, among
which were some unfamiliar faces. For a moment, she just stood there, not sure how to react. It began
to feel awkward.

Thank goodness, someone intervened. "Ladies and gentlemen, why is everyone standing here?" a
calm female voice called out. "I suppose, it's time for work, right?"

That sudden interruption was timely. When Cassandra turned around she was relieved to see it was
Stella who had came to her rescue.



"Hi, Stella,"

Cassandra cheerily greeted as the crowd dispersed with disappointment.

Excited to see Stella in the company, Cassandra walked over for a hug.

Smiling, they headed to Cassandra's office.

"Ignore them, Cassandra. They're just trying to flatter you."

Stella was above flattery. But she knew this case was a tricky one. No one in the company had
expected Cassandra, just new in the department, would be able to mend the case.

"I know,"

Cassandra said without emotion.

"You know what? The president is going to hold a victory banquet tonight. I've also heard that the
chairman would come. I'm so proud of you, Cassandra," Stella complimented sincerely.

Thinking about the crowd she had just dismissed, she knew Cassandra would be on everyone's lips for
quite sometime.

To Cassandra, mention of the victory banquet came as a surprise. Why hadn't Rufus mentioned it to
her? Cassandra was confused.

"Could we go shopping for some dresses for the party after work? What do you think? Who knows, we
might meet our Mr. Right at the bash. We need to dress up." Stella indulged herself in fantasies,
chattering on, without giving Cassandra a chance to respond.

"To be honest, I don't have an idea. I'm not so good with that when it comes to formal events.
Personally, I'd wish to dress more casually."



That was true. On any day, Cassandra would prefer a casual style. Being an experimental designer,
she rarely dressed formal attire. Minimalist T-shirts with jeans were her favorite, but to break monotony,
occasional ladies chino pants with a flannel shirt or a cardigan sweater did her justice. Only lately had
she started wearing suits to work, once in a while.

To ease the apprehension, Stella patted Cassandra on the back and assured, "It's alright, dear. You
have an experienced colleague to hold your hand as you learn the ropes. I've got your back for the
night. There's one particular store that I know of. They have quite a collection of dresses and I'd
suggest we check with them after work.

Anyway, we should get down to work now. See you later," with a broad smile, she finished and ran
quickly to the door. 'That's yet another oddity, ' Cassandra noted.

When Cassandra opened her mouth to say something, Stella was already gone. 'What was the hurry,
that she couldn't even wait for an answer?' as Cassandra reflected, she furrowed her eyebrows, shook
her head and looked around the room. Everything about Stella began to feel pretty creepy.

In the president's office, which sat on the top floor, Rufus, dressed in a handmade black suit, was
standing in front of the french window. However, in spite of the stunning view outside, he cast a rather
forlorn look. No one could tell what he was thinking.

"Boss, I got some news,"

A man with a ponytail came in unannounced and reported in a husky voice.

It was Victor, Rufus' most trusted confidant. Their friendship had lasted for many years, through many
business deals and personal matters. Victor came in handy both at work and off. Eventually, Victor was
recruited to the Tang Group, where now he was working as Rufus' personal assistant.

"Go ahead,"



talking with his back facing Victor, Rufus said with his face still despondent.

"You're right. Someone wants to get Miss Qin into trouble,"

Victor declared staidly, almost like a robot that was devoid of emotion, filling in a very mechanical
report.

"Okay, I got it."

Rufus replied, smiling. Confident, he already got a plan. He ran his long fingers around the glass
window in a rhythmic way.

"So what about tonight's victory banquet?"

Victor asked seeking for Rufus's instruction.

"It will be held according to schedule. Why don't we make it a present for Lionel and Ivy?" he added.

Then, Rufus turned around and burst into a wicked laughter.

As the saying goes, courtesy requires a return of visits received. Rufus liked to treat others the way
they treated him. Since Lionel and Ivy wanted to play games, he would love to give them a taste of their
own medicine.

In a high-end fashion studio

Stella urged, "This is it. Cassandra, you have a good shape. This dress will look perfect on you."

When Cassandra hesitated, Stella picked up a long strapless white dress and asked her to try it on.



But Cassandra frowned. It was a low cut dress that would expose a little too much cleavage. That was
not Cassandra's sense of fashion, not to mention her marital status. Even with the problems she had
been through, she still leaned somewhat on the conservative side. Besides, Horace and Jill would be at
the banquet too. It would be more appropriate to carry herself with decorum.

"Why are you hesitant, Cassandra? Go to the dressing room and try it on. We haven't done our hair
yet. You'd better hurry up."

Seeing how much Cassandra was reluctant, she handed her the dress and nudged her anxiously.

At long last, Cassandra was literally pushed into the dressing room. Feeling embarrassed, she played
along, to avoid unnecessary drama.

A few minutes later, she emerged from the dressing room. The floor-length gown looked stunning on
her.

She was perfect, combining the dress, her minimalist make-up, and her shoulder-length hair. She could
easily steal the show tonight.

"Is it bad?"

she asked when she realized all eyes around were fixed on her.

The question brought Stella back to attention. Blinking, she came over and put a hairpin on Cassandra.

"You know what, Cassandra? You're gonna rock tonight, girl," she praised.

Then holding hands, she led Cassandra to the full-length mirror.

Perfectly, the dress accentuated Cassandra's curvy shape.

"Well…I'm not sure. Don't you think it's a little...sexy?" she asked softly.



Through all the compliments, Cassandra still felt worried. What if she dressed like this and saw Rufus
on the banquet...

Wait, what? What was she doing? Why was she thinking about Rufus?


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