Chapter 124

Evelyn's brows knitted together at the mention of that name. "Do I really have to accompany you? Can't I just skip this?"

Cassandra took one look at Evelyn's reluctant expression and snapped sharply, "Know your place, Evelyn! As my assistant, you'll do whatever I tell you to! You can't just collect a fifteen-hundred-dollar salary and think you get to pick your assignments!"

Evelyn rubbed her temples. "Fine." The prospect of running into Nathaniel again made her head throb, but Cassandra showed no signs of letting her leave yet. 'I'll go. With this outfit, Nathaniel might not even recognize me.'

"Cassandra." The middle-aged man from earlier approached slowly. This was none other than Cassandra's so-called 'godfather'.

"Cassandra, Mr. Grayson and his associates are upstairs. Let me introduce you."

Cassandra sprang up from the swing chair eagerly. "Coming! Thank you, Vincent!"

Vincent smiled fondly at his 'goddaughter', but his expression soured when he noticed Evelyn trailing behind. "Who's this, Cassandra? And why is she dressed like that?"

Cassandra shot Evelyn a disdainful glance before explaining sweetly, "She's my assistant!"

The refined Vincent looked Evelyn up and down with undisguised contempt. "Why would you hire someone with such poor taste? It's embarrassing having someone like that follow you around. I'll find you a more presentable assistant next time!"

Cassandra shook her head. "She's from the countryside. I took pity on her when I saw her struggling to find work. It's really quite tragic."

Vincent was moved and immediately praised her. "You have such a kind heart."

Cassandra giggled coyly and linked arms with Vincent. "Don't worry about my assistant anymore, okay? Hurry up and introduce me to Mr. Grayson!"

"Of course, let's go now."

Evelyn watched Cassandra's performance with amusement before following them.

They left the bustling banquet hall and ascended to an elegant tea room where four distinguished men conversed casually around an antique tea table, while a professional tea master prepared their drinks.

Vincent led Cassandra forward and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Grayson, Mr. Prescott, Mr. Ford, and Mr. Blake! What an honor to find all four heirs of the great families gathered here!"

Dominic sipped tea leisurely from a porcelain cup and glanced up. "Ah, Vincent! What masterpieces are you working on this time?"

Vincent waved modestly. "Nothing yet! I'm planning a new film but haven't finalized the cast. I hope you'll forgive my boldness in asking if any of you might be interested in investing?"

Despite being an acclaimed director, Vincent knew his place among true blue-blooded capitalists. Investment required humility.

Dominic replied politely, "You're too modest! Your films consistently gross over ten million. I can't imagine you'd struggle for investors. You're clearly giving us an opportunity to profit!"

True, many wanted to invest, but most meddled with creative decisions. These young tycoons were different—generous and hands-off, unconcerned even if projects flopped.

Vincent shook his head humbly. "I could never compare to gentlemen like you! My earnings are mere pocket change to the four of you!"

Dominic noticed the woman beside Vincent and raised an eyebrow. "Is this your new leading lady, Vincent?"

Seizing the opportunity, Vincent presented Cassandra. "This is my goddaughter, Cassandra. A rising star and the lead in my next project."

Dominic smiled approvingly. "You have excellent taste, Vincent! Your leading ladies always possess unique charm and extraordinary beauty!"