65 The Apple in Her Eyes

[ Chapter 65 ]

Fog on her glasses, from her still steaming coffee. A tablet in her hand, as Cassandra enthusiastically read, her lips curved, gleam in her feminine eyes.

As Cassandra scrolled further down, she was deaf to the world.

Her softening breath was all she could hear. She was completely lost now, or perhaps she was found, sinking down in exaltation, reading with rapture.

"Ah? Come in."

Cassandra was sitting on her office chair, listening to the opening door in a daze. The sunset was in the background, falling on her exquisite face through the floor to ceiling windows.

Wearing a formal set of white dress, Cassandra's personal assistant in front of her now had been knocking on the door for some time without receiving a response.

After a brief pause—

"Ms. Qin, the more than 150 million needed for the purchase of imported Calacatta marble had been remitted to the designated bank account on the financial side."