Chapter 125

Cassandra's heart swelled with pride at the unexpected compliment. Her gaze remained demurely lowered, as instructed by Vincent earlier - "Play up your youthful innocence, darling. These powerful men eat that up."

Vincent gave her shoulder an encouraging squeeze. "Cassandra, meet Mr. Dominic Prescott. Greet him properly."

"Hello, Mr. Prescott." She lifted her eyes just enough to flash a practiced, flirtatious smile. The sight that greeted her stole her breath away.

The man lounging before her possessed the kind of devastating good looks that made Hollywood's leading men seem ordinary. His rakish grin and careless elegance screamed old money and dangerous charm.

Vincent continued the introductions. "This is Mr. Harrison Ford, president of Lemington Group."

"How do you do, Mr. Ford?"

Harrison acknowledged her with a polite nod before returning to his tea.

"And our gracious host for tonight, Mr. Jonathan Blake."

"A pleasure, Mr. Blake."

Jonathan responded with a politician's polished smile.

With each introduction, Cassandra's pulse quickened. 'Holy hell! These aren't just billionaires - they're walking Greek gods!'

Finally, Vincent guided her toward the most imposing figure seated at the center. His tone became noticeably more respectful. "This is Mr. Nathaniel Grayson, CEO of Holden Group. Since you've just signed with his company, he's essentially your new boss."

"Mr. Grayson." Her voice caught as she finally faced the man she'd been dying to meet. When Cassandra dared to look up, her entire body went rigid with shock.

'This can't be the same Nathaniel I almost married! He's... otherworldly!'

Cold perfection carved from marble, with an aura of untouchable authority. The sharp angles of his aristocratic features looked too precise to be real. Only the slight flutter of his dark lashes convinced her he wasn't some celestial statue.

Nathaniel didn't even glance their way, engrossed in quiet conversation with Harrison. The blatant dismissal left both Cassandra and Vincent shifting uncomfortably.

Dominic broke the awkward silence with an easy smile. "Why don't you join us? Tell us about this exciting new project of yours."

"Oh! Th-thank you, Mr. Prescott."

Vincent motioned for Cassandra to sit while her assistant trailed behind like a shadow.

Evelyn kept her head bowed low, playing the perfect invisible servant. To any observer, she appeared properly submissive - afraid to even glance around the lavish room. In reality, she was desperately avoiding recognition. Every man here knew her face, especially Nathaniel. The last thing she needed was to be noticed.