Chapter 353

Cassia took the phone away from her ear for a second and looked at it. Calix was up to something. That was one thing she was sure of. She existed somewhere on his list of people to call for dinner, alongside Attila the Hun. He whizzed around the world on his private jet, doing billion-dollar deals, meeting heads of state, and dating what seemed to be an endless stream of models and actresses, like Isadora. It was only afterwards, when she’d gotten away from him, that she’d realized who the other woman had been: a famous actress. He certainly didn’t call people he despised to ask them out for dinner. People who had ruined his chance for marital happiness and even, by some accounts, a huge merger with his fiancée’s family shipping company, but she wasn’t sure about that. She’d avoided listening to anyone talk about it at the time, and in England, at least, it hadn’t hit the news with the same force.

"Somehow I don’t think you do, Calix."

"But I do, Cassia." "I'd like us to catch up," he