Chapter 52: An Innocent QuestionBefore either Zora or Chairman Asher could respond, Cassian was already moving.One second he was standing beside them, and the next he had casually begun backing away toward the door like someone who had just remembered an urgent appointment elsewhere. His movements weren't hurried, but they were suspiciously efficient, as if years of experience had taught him the exact speed needed to escape a conversation before anyone could stop him."Since everything important is about business and contracts, I'll leave the professionals to it," he added with a relaxed smile. "I'll be outside."Then, before anyone could say a single word, he opened the door and disappeared.The office fell silent for a moment and even Chairman Asher looked toward the closed door helplessly.Meanwhile, Zora simply watched the door quietly.That man, seriously, the more she spent time around him, the stranger he became.Most people would be eager to remain in a room with the chairm

Chapter 54: A New TargetThat next morning, Cassian once again pulled up in front of Zora's company building. The car came to a smooth stop, and immediately, a satisfied grin appeared on his face. He tapped the steering wheel proudly before turning toward Zora."So?"Zora was already gathering her documents."So what?"Cassian looked offended."My driving."Zora glanced at him."What about it?"Cassian pointed at himself."The precision. The control. The elegance. The smooth braking. The complete absence of accidents. Surely all these deserve praise."Zora stared at him for several seconds before rolling her eyes."You managed to drive from home to the company without killing anyone."Cassian frowned."That's a very low standard.""It's your standard."Cassian clicked his tongue."You don't appreciate talent."Zora laughed softly before opening the car door."Have a nice day, Cassian.""You avoided answering the question.""Because I don't encourage delusions."With that, she stepped

Chapter 56: Wrong Answer Cassian laughed after hearing her question and casually spread his hands as though the answer was the most obvious thing in the world."How did I get here? Well, I walked."His tone was completely serious."Then I took the elevator. An annoyingly slow elevator by the way. I think your company should seriously consider replacing it. I aged at least three years on the way up."Miranda Ravencroft stared at him but Cassian continued as though he was filing an official complaint."And then I walked some more. Honestly, getting here was quite troublesome. The least you could do is offer me a cup of tea."The office became silent and Miranda narrowed her eyes slightly.Obviously, she didn't believe a single word he was saying yet one thing was certain.The man standing before her wasn't ordinary.That much had become obvious the moment he stepped into this office.This floor wasn't accessible to regular employees. Even senior executives needed authorization before c

Chapter 58: Wet Behind the EarsCassian smiled when Miranda snarled that he was courting death, and instead of looking alarmed, he only shook his head as if she had said something childish. The next attack came immediately, sharp and fast, her fingers slicing toward his throat again while her other hand shifted low, ready to trap his movement if he tried to dodge too widely. It was a clean two-layer attack, the kind meant to force a person into choosing which wound they preferred, but Cassian only leaned slightly to the side and let the first strike pass near his collar before his knee shifted just enough to ruin the angle of the second. He was still sitting on the sofa, one arm resting lazily over the backrest, his posture so relaxed it looked almost insulting. "Kill me?"His tone sounded genuinely thoughtful."With these lousy skills?"Miranda's eyes narrowed.Cassian continued calmly while shifting his shoulder slightly to avoid another strike aimed at his neck."If that's your

Chapter 60: The Older GenerationShe stepped back slowly after hearing Cassian’s words.The movement was controlled, almost unnoticeable, but the meaning behind it was clear. Miranda was no fool, and she had already received enough proof to understand that continuing to attack Cassian would be useless. The fight just now had not even been a proper fight. It had been her attacking with everything she could use within the office while he sat on her sofa, dodging lazily, mocking her, and occasionally saving her from her own mistakes. That was not equal combat. That was a gap. A very ugly one.Her fingers remained wrapped around the dagger handle, but the weapon no longer gave her any sense of safety. It felt almost ridiculous now. What was the point of holding a dagger in front of someone who could avoid her strikes without standing up? What was the point of pretending she had control when the man sitting in front of her looked as if he could decide her life and death before she even to