Chapter 483

The fire had drawn a crowd, but not everyone was focused on the flames.

Sebastian Winslow was drowning in regret. Why had he been so stubborn about that durian-flavored cake and milk tea? Even if he coughed it all up now, it was too late.

At work or at home, Cassandra Winslow hounded him relentlessly, demanding answers.

At first, he had hoped to avoid her for a day or two, unwilling to tell her the truth. He feared his sister wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure. But when she followed him into the men’s restroom, he knew there was no escape.

“T-This is the men’s room. You’re in the wrong place,” Sebastian said with a forced smile, pointing at the sign.

Cassandra scoffed. “Wrong place? If you, my dear brother, belong here, then so do I.”

“What kind of logic is that? I’m your brother.” He turned toward the sink, his expression stern, as if preparing to lecture her.

“Oh, so you do remember you’re my brother. What kind of brother makes a promise and then avoids me like the plague?” Cassandra’s voice was sharp with frustration.

She knew Sebastian had met with Alexander Kensington, so she had been chasing him down relentlessly—his office, his home, even the bar. But every time she arrived, he was already gone. It was obvious he was dodging her.

And the more he avoided her, the angrier she became.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Sebastian lied, shaking water from his hands with exaggerated motions.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes. When he tried to slip past her, she seized his tie and yanked him back.

“Running away again?”

“N-No!” he sputtered. “I was just getting a tissue to wipe the water off you!”

“How considerate,” she deadpanned. “But I can handle it myself.”

She turned on her heel, marching toward his office—without letting go of his tie.

Sebastian had no choice but to stumble after her. He couldn’t exactly wrestle free, not with his sister dragging him like a misbehaving dog. His face flushed red as employees stared.

“Cassandra, let go. We can talk properly. I can’t breathe.”

The whispers around them only fueled his irritation. Finally, he snapped, “Cassandra Winslow!”

She stopped abruptly, spinning to face him, her eyes blazing.

Sebastian gasped for air, wrenching his tie loose and loosening the knot. He glared at her. “You want answers? Fine. I’ll tell you. Follow me.”

Without waiting, he stormed into his office.

At the door, he turned back, jaw tight. “Get in.”

Cassandra hesitated for only a second before lifting her chin defiantly. “Oh, I’m coming in. What’s there to be afraid of?”