Chapter 160 Rude and Violent

"The TY Group seems to have a wide range of businesses; their interests in entertainment and other
fields are remarkable. In fact, I've bought some decoration materials in one of their malls last time,"
Cassandra relayed.

She was bursting with curiosity as the TY Group was mentioned in the conversation.

"Indeed. They started off with securities and finance, and they are very famous abroad too. Now they
prefer doing business at home. They kicked off with investments and are now eagerly engaged in all
kinds of industries. Moreover, in its efforts to seek higher grounds, the TY Group is now paying
attention to the entertainment industry. You know what? The films they had invested in the past two
years had hit huge box-office successes. Now they have set up their own film company and will make
and sell their own films in the future."

Lyndsy's eyes widened at her description of the TY Group. Her metaphors were so detailed that it was
as if she were enumerating the heirlooms of her own family. Cassandra was enthralled by her words
and couldn't take her eyes off her as she spoke.

"Why don't you join TY Entertainment as they are so strong? With a good platform and your
respectable reputation, you will surely win more awards," Cassandra suggested.

Expressing deep concern about Lyndsy's prospects, Cassandra was excited at the thought of seeing
her succeed in the future.

"Oh! TY Entertainment is a company after all. You know, I've got a fiery temper. In case I have trouble
with the senior management, for sure they will keep me idle intentionally."

Lyndsy knew her flaws well, but she also had her own ideas.



A crow is never the whiter for washing herself often. For Lyndsy, it was better to follow her heart than to
fawn on others. It was hard to run her own studio, but she wouldn't need to restrain herself.

She had a strong character, and it was true that it would be more suitable for her to set up her own
studio. In that way, nobody would interfere with her and no one would mess around her.

"Since you have the plans to set up a studio, won't your agency make things more difficult for you?"

Cassandra thought that if the agency knew that Lyndsy wanted to set up her own group, they would
deliberately put obstacles in her way, so that her plans wouldn't be realized.

"They know nothing about this. I have secured the business license. Then I will submit a case to the
court, claiming that the contract they signed for me is at variance with the facts. Surely, I will have to
pay the liquidated damages which shouldn't be too much since the agency is the guilty party."

Lyndsy trusted Cassandra completely, so she always confided things to Cassandra.

They chatted while eating, from work to skin care products and many other topics women liked to talk
about.

On the other hand, Dylon just kept his silence. Being a man as he was, he couldn't get a word in the
girls' talk.

Lyndsy stole a curious glance at Dylon from time to time. She thought that his face seemed familiar, but
she couldn't remember where they'd met before.

Just then Lyndsy's phone rang, her agent's name flashed on the screen, but she refused to answer it.

"It's so annoying! My agent always assigns me to some vulgar business shows. It really degrades me. I
don't mean to belittle business shows, they're supposed to be meaningful. How stupid he is to drag me
in such boring shows!"



Lyndsy looked impatient and seemed very unhappy with the way her career was going.

After hanging up the phone, Lyndsy pressed the lock screen button, and the screen went dark.

Suddenly something came to her mind. She pressed the button, and the screen lit up again.

Swiping on her phone deliberately, she looked up at Dylon and tilted her head, the wheels churning in
her head as she scanned the back of her mind for a memory she had once.

"Are you a photographer? I remember meeting you at a photography exhibition abroad once. When
you were talking to the organizer, I saw you from afar."

Lyndsy's gaze sharpened as her eyes were fixed at Dylon's face. There was an expression of surprise
on her face.

Dylon remained silent. He did have a photography exhibition abroad, but he couldn't remember
whether Lyndsy had been there or not.

Lyndsy excitedly showed her phone to Dylon.

"Look! I have taken a photo of your work. I like it so much that I have been using it as a screen saver."

Dylon narrowed his eyes on her phone. It was his work. In the photo, green was in the air.

It was taken from a look-up angle. The leaves in the summer were shiny green and pleasant. Crouched
on a branch of a tree was a pure white kitten. It was staring at the camera lens with its eyes of different
colors, appearing to be lovely and pitiful.

"I remember there was an explanation below the work that the kitten could not climb down the tree and
you took this photo while waiting for the firefighters, right?"

A happy smile hung on Lyndsy's lips. Obviously, she really liked Dylon's work.



"Yes, you're right. At that time, we were all waiting anxiously; but she just crouched leisurely, looked left
and right, and occasionally licked her hair. In fact, she didn't hurry down. I called her name, and she
looked down at me with her head tilted. That was when I took the photo."

Dylon did not expect that Lyndsy had really attended his exhibition and kept a photo of his work. He felt
good to meet a friend sharing the same interest.

"Great! So that means, you've met each other long ago,"

exclaimed Cassandra, with a soft, teasing smile on her face.

Indeed, the world was big, and people met each other by destiny, just like Cassandra and Rufus. Their
paths had crossed since many years ago, but she didn't know until recently that the unicorn doll
accompanying her as a child was actually a gift from him.

Cassandra suddenly felt guilty about the fact that Rufus gave her too much, but she gave him too little
in return.

She wasn't even able to give him any gift for his birthday. So she made up her mind to buy something
for him one of these days.

After the sumptuous dinner they shared, Dylon sent Lyndsy and Cassandra home.

Dylon sent Cassandra to the door of a grandiose villa. He eyed the villa inquisitively but he said
nothing.

As Cassandra had made such a mess of her life, he knew she couldn't afford this splendid and
expensive villa. It was evident who the owner of the villa was, so Dylon didn't bother to ask.

Cassandra went inside the hall and was surprised to see Rufus watching TV on the sofa.



It was a boring TV show. The light and the shadows danced on his face. He had a poker face, and his
eyes wandered.

Obviously, his attention was not on the TV. He was just pretending to be watching.

"Oh Rufus, what brings you here today? Why didn't you tell me you would come?"

Cassandra was startled. Rufus usually would inform her every time he came, but today he came
without letting her know.

"I couldn't get through to you,"

Rufus answered in a frigid voice. He seemed very upset.

Cassandra took out her phone from her bag. It turned out that her phone had been turned off
automatically as the battery was empty. She apologized in discomfiture immediately, "I made a few
calls to my clients today. I was out and there was no place to charge the battery, so it has been turned
off automatically. I'm sorry, Rufus."

Cassandra was guilty and knew that it was her fault. In an effort to make up to him, she went to the
sofa, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and gently stroked his shoulder with her head.

However, her gentle and coquettish act failed to soften Rufus's hardened face. He still looked sulky.

"Where did you go? Why do you come back so late?"

Rufus acted like a husband who asked about his wife's whereabouts as she stayed out late.

Cassandra burst out into laughter. She finally knew what Rufus was angry about. He couldn't contact
her, and she came back so late. He must have felt left out as he stayed alone in the villa.



"I had dinner with my friends, so I came back late. Why, did you wait long?"

Cassandra sat beside Rufus, curled up and snuggled herself into his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Rufus subconsciously reached out to fondle her hair, but soon went rigid, remembering that he was still
upset with her.

He wanted to ask her so many questions, but his heart was softened as she acted pettishly. He didn't
know how to deal with this woman every time she acted so child-like.

"And who are these friends you stayed with so late?"

Rufus tried his best to make his tone natural, but it was still strained.

"Just some acquaintances."

Cassandra did not want to mention that she met Lyndsy tonight. After all, only a number of people
knew that Lyndsy wanted to terminate the contract. She trusted Cassandra, so she told Cassandra
about her plans. Cassandra did not want to betray her confidence.

Rufus's grief came in waves, slowly devouring him. He had seen Dylon's car in the monitor and
Cassandra got off his car, but she didn't mention Dylon's name.

'Is there something between them? Does Cassandra try to hide something from me?' Rufus thought
silently.

Cassandra moved closer to Rufus and murmured in his ears, "Rufus, you're rarely visiting me here. I
feel so lonely. Every time you come, I'm so glad as if I'm celebrating the holidays."

Her voice was nasal. Rufus put out his hand to gently stroke her face, and he felt the brewing tears in
her eyes.



Cassandra moved away to dodge Rufus's hand. She felt very humiliated. Her joy was immense when
she saw Rufus waiting for her in the hall, but she dared not show her excitement.

She wished she could see Rufus when she came home every day, but she knew it was too much to
hope for.

Rufus's lips hardened and an angry mask shadowed his face at Cassandra. His moves were rough like
he wanted to give full vent to his anger on top the little woman. 'Why is she hiding that from
me?'


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