Gennifer’s eyes lit up, but she quickly masked her excitement with a careful arch of her brows.
If Cassian was willing to even bring this up, there was a real chance he’d agree.
Nervous, she spoke with extra caution, “Cassian, I know it’s my sister on the other side. I don’t want to put you in a difficult spot.”
Cassian looked up at her, his gaze deep, saying nothing—clearly waiting for her to continue.
Gennifer clenched her hands, summoning her courage. “I’d like Veyne & Co. to step in. Farrar isn’t going to let this go easily.”
Cassian understood exactly what she meant.
She only wanted Veyne & Co. to make a show of force; that wasn’t exactly a tall order.
After all, Gennifer was still with the firm, and this would only require a few words from their side.
Cassian waved Bennett over. “Handle it.”
Bennett nodded right away. Gennifer’s face broke into a delighted smile, and for once, she didn’t linger or push for more.
Bennett moved with remarkable speed—the hallmark of an exceptional executive assistant.
Gennifer had barely returned to her office when her phone rang. It was Farrar.
“Miss Gennifer, about this morning—I hope you won’t take it to heart…”
The man’s voice was syrupy with apology. Gennifer’s eyes flashed with a mix of satisfaction and icy calculation, though her tone remained gentle. “It’s nothing. I understand—you’re upset about losing the case.”
Farrar hurried to agree, lavishing her with praise for her understanding.
“But… the real culprit in this matter is someone else. Mr. Blake, I think it’s unfair for you to pin all the blame on me,” Gennifer said, letting her voice fall.
Farrar slammed his desk. “You’re absolutely right, Miss Gennifer! I know exactly who’s responsible and I’ll take it up with them. I won’t let you be wronged.”
A satisfied smile curled Gennifer’s lips as Farrar hung up.
At that moment, a flashy, bright-red Ferrari pulled up outside Fanny’s building, impossible to miss.
Its ostentatious arrival caught Fanny’s eye. She stopped Ruby, who was about to leave.
“Wait.”
Ruby glanced back, puzzled. Fanny’s expression was serious as she peered out the window.
Ruby had just checked the neighborhood on her phone’s real-time tracker. Whether the authorities had intervened or not, the crowd of reporters and onlookers had been swiftly dispersed.
That’s why she was preparing to go.
But knowing Fanny never acted without reason, Ruby followed her gaze. Outside, a small group had gathered around the neon-pink Ferrari, all encircling a man dressed in jet-black.
He barked an order, and the crowd scattered as if searching for someone.
“Are they looking for you?” Fanny asked, giving Ruby a sidelong glance.
Ruby met Victor’s concerned gaze and shook her head.
Relief washed over Victor. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
Ruby only now remembered her phone was dead in her pocket.
She hadn’t realized going off the grid for just a short while would make him so anxious.
Watching her dig out her powered-off phone, Victor smiled despite himself, finally letting his fears settle.
Thank God she was safe.
“Come with me,” he said, still holding her wrist.
It was a simple phrase, but the way he said it carried a depth of promise.
Ruby felt a shiver, telling herself she was just reading too much into it.
“The people outside haven’t left yet,” Fanny reminded them pointedly.
“Outside?” Victor frowned, crossing to the window and pulling back the blind.
He spotted the all-too-familiar Ferrari, and his frown deepened. “Farrar’s car?”
“Farrar?” The name startled both Ruby and Fanny. They hurried to the window, crowding in to get a better look.
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