Chapter 485

Sebastian's brow furrowed as he snapped, "Cassandra, have you lost your mind? I'm your brother. Your blood brother."

His words only fueled her rage.

"You're not my brother," Cassandra hissed, her voice trembling with fury. "If you were, you wouldn't be saying any of this. If you were, you'd tell me who that witch is!"

Her mind raced, conjuring images of every eligible woman in Veridia’s elite circles. The Winslows were respectable, though nowhere near the Kensingtons' stature. Still, she was beautiful, had graced magazine covers, and had known Alexander for years.

Why her?

"Stop guessing," Sebastian cut in sharply. "You don’t know her. I don’t even know her."

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "She’s probably not from any major family. Just some ordinary woman. And Alexander is obsessed with her. If you cross her, I won’t be able to save you from his wrath."

His warning was deadly serious.

Alexander Kensington had a reputation—cold, ruthless, untouchable. But Sebastian knew better. Beneath that icy exterior was a man who rarely lost his temper.

Unless pushed too far.

And Cassandra was sprinting toward that line.

"I don’t care if I know her or not," she spat. "Just tell me her name. Do you have a photo?"

Sebastian scoffed. "Do you really think Alexander would let me take one?"

She clenched her fists. "Then what does she do?"

"How would I know?" He stubbed out his cigarette, frustration simmering. "Listen, you’re a catch. There are plenty of men who’d kill to marry you. Why keep chasing a wall that won’t budge?"

Her glare was glacial. "There’s only one man in this world I want. Alexander Kensington."

Without another word, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Sebastian sighed, watching her go.

Stubborn as hell.

Outside, Cassandra’s chest heaved with barely contained fury.

She had suspected.

But hearing it confirmed?

Alexander was engaged.

To someone else.

Her nails dug into her palms.

This isn’t over.