“Cassandra!”

Adrian slammed open the heavy front door, his voice echoing sharply through the luxurious house.

Cassandra, who had been sitting elegantly in the living room with a cup of tea, nearly dropped it from her hand.

“Adrian?” she blinked, feigning surprise. “My God, why are you shouting like that?”

He stood before her, eyes burning with anger. “I just received a report from the investors’ board. They said there’s a plagiarism claim against Rosemary—and all the evidence came from your side. Explain this!”

Cassandra froze for a second before lowering her gaze, her expression carefully crafted into wounded innocence. “I… I don’t know anything about that, Adrian. I only...