Dumped Today Married Tomorrow: My Overnight Wedding to a Tycoon novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

If Anastasia and Cassian were really a thing, would the Kingsley family ever have to stress alimut money de hushess connections again?

Half the people at the party were already scheming about how to get on their good side.

Jasper had been borking in the corner the whole time, keeping his mouth shot, but he’d watched that entire scene play our.

Now there was this sick feeling twisting in his gut–something he combla’t quite name, but it felt like poer hullshit.

Like watching someone walk off with his favorite thing.

It was really fucking with his head.

Valeria caught Jasper’s dark mood and didn’t dare get near him.

But she knew this was all Anastasia’s fault

That manipulative bitch

bitch, wrapping men around her finger left and right.

Apparently she was pretty damn good at it too, managing to snag Cassian Rhodes.

But whatever.

Cassian was probably just having fun with her anyway–no way he was taking it seriously

She’d just sit back and wait for Anastasia to get her heart broken

By the time the party wound down, everyone was deep in their own thoughts.

Sharpson looked like he was plotting something–seemed like he needed to start paying more attention to his eldest daughter.

Even though Anastasia had said she was done with him, he’d raised her, so she couldn’t just write him off completely, right?

The next morning, Anastasia got up, whipped up breakfast, ate, and drove to work.

She’d picked up a basic Honda a few days back–nothing flashy, totally under the radar, so she could get to work without anyone giving her a second

look

Anastasia figured riding to work with Cassian would be way too risky–if people spotted them together, the office gossip would be absolutely vicious. 61

She just wanted to do her job quietly and focus on what she loved.

When Cassian found out about the car, he wasn’t having it “That thing’s a death trap–terrible safety rating. If you don’t like any of the cars in the garage, we can go shopping for something better.”

But Anastasia shut that down fast. The garage was stocked with like fifteen supercars, all limited edition beasts.

Rolls Royce Phantom, Cullinan, Porsche Cayenne, Maserati…

If Anastasia actually rolled up to work in one of those, she’d be the main topic of conversation before she even made it to the elevator.

People would probably assume she was some billionaire’s kept woman

Casssan didn’t really have a choice but to tell her to be careful out there.

Anastasia headed out pretty quickly.

Cassian smiled to himself—his wife really was nothing like the tamal crowd.

Suddenly, his phone started buzzing

Ho Egured maybe Anastasia had run into some trouble, in he grabbed it fant,

but when he saw who was calling, Cassian’s face darkened.

The phone kept ringing, so he finally picked up.

A panicked voice immediately came through.

“Mr. Rhodes, hi, this is Jenny Yates. Sonia’s manager. She just flow back into the country today. It she got mobbed by some psycho fans at the airport and ended up hurt. She doesn’t want this turning into a media circus, so she told me to call you…”