Chapter 389

A casual greeting slipped from Nathaniel Grayson's lips—something rare for the aristocratic heir.

Cassandra's pulse quickened with excitement.

This had to mean something. Why else would the notoriously distant Nathaniel show her such courtesy?

His acknowledgment proved she was always meant to be his bride. Hadn't Amelia confirmed yesterday that Nathaniel fell for her after watching her film performance? Those engagement gifts were clearly meant for her.

Then Evelyn had inserted herself between them. Nathaniel's people must have confused the sisters—understandable given their vague resemblance. Though Cassandra refused to see it, others obviously did.

'And that plain-faced Evelyn never wears makeup,' Cassandra fumed internally. 'He probably assumed that's how I look naturally. A man like Nathaniel wouldn't remember every actress's face after one viewing. That scheming witch stole my identity for months! How dare she take what's mine!'

She forced herself to focus. Cursing Evelyn could wait. Right now, she needed to captivate Nathaniel.

Tossing her professionally styled hair, she flashed what she considered her most alluring smile. "Nathaniel, we met at Silver Moon Estate," she cooed. "Do you recall?"

His gaze flickered across her features. "Vaguely."

Her heart soared. 'Of course he remembers! I made an unforgettable impression. Now that we're reunited, he'll fall for me all over again.'

Across the living room, Victoria nudged the dozing Gregory. "He's home," she whispered urgently.

Gregory jerked awake, straightening his posture instantly. Following Victoria's gesture, his eyes landed on Cassandra conversing with a statuesque man who seemed sculpted by Renaissance masters. Even a jaded businessman like Gregory couldn't deny Nathaniel's extraordinary presence.

'The rumors don't do him justice,' Gregory marveled. 'The Grayson heir combines brilliance with breathtaking looks. And soon he'll call me father-in-law!'

Adjusting his collar, Gregory puffed out his chest and led Victoria toward the couple. "Nathaniel, son! We've been awaiting your return all day," he announced grandly.

Nathaniel's eyebrow arched slightly. His impassive gaze swept over Gregory before offering a polite nod. "An honor, sir. I look forward to benefiting from your wisdom."

Gregory nearly burst with pride. 'The Grayson heir seeks my counsel! Those fools who mocked me at the wedding will grovel now. Not even Nathaniel dares disrespect me—I'm practically family already!'

Visions of high society doors swinging open danced through Gregory's mind. With Nathaniel's influence, his social ascent was guaranteed.