She crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. “And who exactly are the ‘we’ you’re talking about?” Liam glanced between them before settling his gaze on Cassia with a small smile, his expression calm. "I'll be on my way now..." he told her, making his way out and walking just a few steps to
“Is this about Cassia again?” Darvan paused but didn’t turn to face her. “I have something to do tomorrow, Stacy. Let’s talk after that,” he said gently. “I need to get some sleep.” With that, he disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him without another word. Stacy stood in sile
Stacy blinked rapidly at Cassia's reply, shocked that she had lost her words when Cassia said that. She watched as Cassia left without looking back. "Oh, please. Everyone knows why you're really here. But go ahead, keep pretending this is just about your career," Stacy found herself saying louder t
His fists clenched, his emotions swirling. He didn’t want to admit it, but the sight of Cassia and Liam working so closely, laughing, smiling, and sharing ideas made him feel jealous—painfully, obviously jealous. "Let’s see if you really can make it in this contest," he muttered bitterly under his
When Stacy got home, she stormed into her room, furiously tossing objects around without caring about the loud crashes echoing through the space. She lived alone, with only a maid in the house, so there was no one to witness her outburst. “Cassiaaaa!” she screamed, her breathing fast and heavy. Cas
Cassia made her way to her office and settled into her chair. Just as she was setting down her portfolio, ready to review her design ideas in peace, the door swung open. Darvan stepped in, his face set in a hard, unreadable expression. “Sia,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but tension simm
Cassia took her seat gently among the other participants, her heart pounding in her chest. She was nervous, though she tried to project confidence in her sketch. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind to focus. One by one, each person was called up to present their work. Some received praise,
As the participants listened intently, a member of the company staff stepped forward, carefully arranging each sketch at the front in their respective ranks. Cassia’s eyes widened in shock and surprise as she saw her work placed in third. A small, proud smile spread across her face. “If anyone feel