Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love novel Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

The next day, just as Cassandra arrived at the office, Aidan stormed over in a fury.

He raised his voice and said, “Cassandra, what the hell was that about? Were you deliberately trying to piss off Mr. Hawk? Why did you leave early? You ditched an important client!”

Facing Aidan’s barrage of accusations, Cassandra remained calm, her expression composed, her gaze steady. Her tone was calm and firm.

“Mr. Ziegler, if you’re determined to pin something on me, you’ll always find a way. Were you even there? Do you know what actually happened?”

He frowned, his voice still sharp with anger. “Don’t try to weasel your way out of this, Cassandra. We agreed. If you didn’t get the deal signed, I wouldn’t sign either. Don’t think you can just walk away with the money.”

She looked at him, disgust curling in her stomach. This was the man she had liked for years. Thankfully, she saw him for who he really was.

Before she could reply, Clara sauntered over, swaying her slim waist. “Cass, you’d better call Mr. Hawk and smooth things over. Maybe there’s still a shot at getting that contract.”

Cassandra chuckled coldly, her eyes sweeping over Clara’s fake smile. Her tone turned icy. “Don’t worry. Mr. Hawk already signed the contract.”

As she finished, Cassandra pulled the contract out of her bag. Clara’s eyes went wide. No way–it had to be fake.

She snatched the contract and flipped to the signature page. When she saw Russell’s signature, she blurted out, “That’s impossible! You left last night! How the hell did he sign it?”

Cassandra shot her a cold glare, her voice laced with open disgust. “Clara, how I got it signed is none of your business.”

Clara was momentarily speechless, her face turning a dark shade of red. “That signature has to be fake.”

Cassandra seemed like she had been expecting this. Her voice was calm but edged with sarcasm. “Clara, do you really think everyone’s as fake from top to bottom, inside and out as you?”

Clara had gone through a full round of cosmetic surgery to chase after some ideal of beauty. She thought she had kept it under wraps and that no one knew.

Sure enough, at Cassandra’s words, Clara’s face drained of color. Panic flickered in her eyes.