Jasper's eyes lingered on the screen of his phone, his expression impossible to read.

"We've caught them, Mr. Sullivan," one of his men announced.

He glanced at the closed bathroom door, swallowing hard before his voice turned low.

"Alright. Did you deliver the clothes?" he asked, his voice thoughtful as if he'd been mulling the question over.

The subordinate paused, then followed Jasper's gaze before replying, "Yes, Mr. Sullivan. We handed her the change of clothes already."

The words had just left his mouth when the bathroom door swung open.

Cassie stepped out, sensing a shift in the room's atmosphere.

She glanced up, finding every pair of eyes in the room fixed on her.

Jasper, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked at her with intensity.

A prickle of unease sent Cassie stepping away slightly, her gaze turning wary.

Jasper looked pale, but the coldness in his demeanor remained unchanged.

Forcing a small smile, Cassie said, "Well, now that you're okay, I should get going."

She hurried for the door, only to have her path blocked before she could reach it.

"Mr. Sullivan would like to have a word with you."

A word?

She had nothing to do with Jasper's incident this time. What could he possibly want to discuss with her?

Was this about payback? Could he have figured out who she was already?

Cassie's thoughts tumbled over each other, but she managed to keep her expression calm.

She turned to look at Jasper.

"So, Mr. Sullivan, what do you want to talk about?"

Jasper gave no answer. Instead, he waved his hand, signaling for the others to leave.

Everyone stationed by the bed stepped out, leaving only Cassie and Jasper in the room.

Even as color drained from his cheeks, Jasper held himself with that authoritative aura. Still, he was less intimidating since he was sitting in bed, leaning against the headboard.

In this state, he seemed more approachable.

Cassie wondered if he could still care about a failed engagement that had happened so long ago.

Covering her mouth, she cleared her throat and raised her voice. "Mr. Sullivan?"

Why had he asked for her to stay? What could he possibly want?

Narrowing his eyes, Jasper asked, "You have nothing you want to say to me?" His voice held a cold tone.

Cassie froze for a moment.

What could she possibly want to tell him? Every part of her just wanted to leave.

Perhaps because of her nervousness or guilt, she didn't move to leave.

Standing in front of the man she had once abandoned, she felt uneasy.

"I don't have anything to say. Mr. Sullivan, I'm just someone who happened to pull you out of trouble. I expect nothing in return from you, so if we're done here, I'll take my leave," she said.

She made sure to remind him that she was the one who had saved him this time, hoping he wouldn't make things difficult for her, and made another move for the door.

A cold, humorless chuckle cut through the air before she could reach it.

When she looked back, Jasper's gaze locked onto her with a strange, knowing look.

It was like he was sizing her up.

Cassie stiffened, uneasy and unsure of what was running through his mind.

Did he recognize her after all? What was that smile hinting at? Was this meant to scare her?

Even as confusion churned inside her, Cassie kept her expression polite and steady.

"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Sullivan?" she asked.

Jasper's faint smile vanished as he glanced at the chair near his bedside. "Come here and sit down."

His words left little room for argument, his tone sharp and commanding.

Had it been anyone but Jasper, Cassie wouldn't have bothered to respond. She would have walked right out the door.

But the one talking was Jasper, the Lloyd family's business ally for years. Breaking off the engagement had already soured things with him. One misstep now, and her family might be affected.

She couldn't tell if Jasper had figured out who she really was.

Still, playing it safe seemed the wiser choice.

Clenching her hands, she walked over and sat down on the chair.

Her lips stretched into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Mr. Sullivan, you're still recovering. I really wouldn't want to disrupt your rest by being here," she said.

Without so much as a flicker of emotion, Jasper glanced at her. "You're not disrupting my rest."

Cassie fell silent at that.

Sitting beneath his unreadable stare, she felt her nerves fray.

Did he know who she was after all?

That couldn't be possible... could it?

She studied his expression for any hint, but his icy exterior never cracked.

Someone like Jasper wouldn't let her off easily if he had pieced things together. That realization eased some of her worries.

She drew a slow, silent breath, feeling just a bit more at ease.

Yet every time she tried to offer a polite excuse to leave, Jasper brushed it aside, making it clear he had no intention of letting her leave.

Jasper kept his eyes shut as he rested, while Cassie fidgeted in her chair.

Although neither of them said a word, the tension between them was unmistakable.

After a moment, Jasper peered at Cassie, noticing how she never stopped shifting.

He chose not to break the silence, just looking at her.

Feeling out of options, Cassie grabbed her phone and quickly texted Shawn, hoping he'd come to her rescue.

Her message had just gone through when footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Was Shawn already here?

Cassie stood up, hope flickering in her eyes.

"Sit back down." Jasper's voice cut across the room, cool and commanding.

Cassie shot him a quick look but didn't argue, letting herself fall back into her seat without a word.

It took a moment for it to hit her—why did she obey him like this?

Cassie didn't get a chance to think of an answer.

The door flew open, and Brenton walked in, holding his coat.

"Brenton!"

Overcome with relief, Cassie forgot to worry about Jasper discovering who she was. She dashed over to Brenton, squeezed his hand, and tried to tell him with her eyes just how much she needed his help now.

"I can't believe you are here!" she exclaimed in joy.

Earlier, she had really feared she would be trapped here forever.

Brenton drew Cassie behind him, facing Jasper as he spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, it's been a while."

Their families did business together, but since signing the last contract, there hadn't been much reason to meet.

Jasper glanced from Cassie to Brenton, his face giving nothing away. He acknowledged Brenton with a small nod. "Yeah. It has been some time, Mr. Lloyd."

Cassie blinked in surprise, looking quickly from Brenton to Jasper, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Ever since Brenton showed up, Jasper had kept his composure, showing no surprise. It seemed he had figured out who she was all along.

So, he had clearly made her stay deliberately; he was making a point, settling the score in his own way.

Cassie couldn't help but fix her gaze on him, but Jasper sat unmoved, his face betraying no emotion.

Brenton, no stranger to Jasper's coolness after years of business interactions, saw nothing unusual in his frosty manner.

"I appreciate you watching over my sister, Mr. Sullivan. If she's crossed any lines, I hope you'll forgive her," he said.

Jasper's attention shifted to Cassie's wrist, but his face stayed calm, impossible to read.

With Jasper's silence hanging in the air, Brenton continued, "If there's nothing else, I'd like to take her home."

Finally, Jasper lifted his chin and looked Brenton straight in the eye. "Alright. Goodbye, Mr. Lloyd."

Once outside the hospital room, Cassie followed Brenton, her mind spinning.

That was it? Jasper had just let her leave? Then why had he tried so hard to make her stay earlier?

Inside the car, Cassie couldn't keep her thoughts in. "Brenton, did our family do something to upset Jasper?"

Brenton shot her a sideways glance and answered, "Apart from the engagement falling through, we did nothing wrong to him."

Cassie let out an awkward laugh at that, touching her nose. "He kept telling me to stay earlier. For a moment, I thought he planned to get back at me."

Brenton let out a dry laugh. "He is not the type to hold grudges like that."

The Lloyd family never hid their disapproval of Cassie's marriage to Jordy.

Even though Brenton rarely spoke his mind directly, he always slipped in a sharp remark whenever the chance came along.

Cassie pressed her lips together and stayed quiet, her attention drifting to the view outside the car.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital.

Jasper sifted through a stack of paperwork. He looked drained, his face losing what little color it had, as he settled back into his usual distant self.

"Any updates?" he asked, voice colder than usual.

One of his subordinates quickly stepped forward. "The one responsible for drugging you isn't talking. All we've managed to learn is where the drug was sourced."

Jasper replied with a dry, humorless laugh.

A loud smack then echoed as he slapped the documents down.

Afraid to meet Jasper's eyes, the subordinate kept his gaze glued to the floor.

"Keep investigating," Jasper said after a while.

"Yes, Mr. Sullivan!"

Though Jasper remained seated on the hospital bed, there was no mistaking the rigid posture and the heavy air of authority surrounding him.

"Leave. And I want the names of everyone currently working at the Apex Club sent to me soon," he ordered.

"Understood." The subordinate wasted no time gathering the documents.

He knew that something like this could only happen because someone inside had betrayed them.

It seemed Jasper was about to shake up the Apex Club from top to bottom, and it was uncertain who would be the first to fall.

Jasper's eyes shut for a brief pause, and as soon as he caught his subordinate lingering when he opened his eyes, his brow creased.

"Well? Is there more?"

The subordinate, Johan Frazier, hesitated before finally saying, "Mr. Sullivan, Mr. Ruben Sullivan has sent a message. You're expected at his birthday banquet next weekend."

Ever since the inheritance dispute, Jasper's relationship with his relatives had turned fragile, close to a break that might never be fixed.

Lately, Ruben, the head of the family, wouldn't leave Jasper alone, his calls coming in day after day. He had only one purpose—to arrange Jasper's marriage.

Jasper's face didn't so much as twitch, so Johan continued, "He has been spending quite a bit of time with the Fowler heiress. She's at the family estate often these days."

The Sullivan's family home, once closed to outsiders, now welcomed a stranger as if she belonged there. Such easy access could only mean Ruben had a plan in mind for her.

Without saying a word, Jasper focused on the pinprick dotting his arm.

No longer the sort who could be easily swayed, he had every intention of controlling his own life. He refused to let Ruben meddle in it.

"Then let's make sure the Fowlers are kept busy with something," Jasper said.

Both the Fowlers and Sullivans held similar standing, and Ruben clearly wanted to use the Fowlers as leverage. Jasper, however, felt it was time to show his stance on the matter.

Catching the tension in Jasper's jaw, Johan pushed up his glasses and said, "Mr. Sullivan, this might stop the problem for now, but it won't solve the real issue."

"I'm aware of that." Running a thumb over the pinprick on his skin, Jasper narrowed his eyes in thought.

If he wanted to crush Ruben's scheme, the solution was simple—find someone suitable to marry before Ruben could set up an engagement himself.

Someone suitable...

A woman's face floated in Jasper's mind, timid yet unyielding.

"Johan, I want you to look into what the Lloyd couple's youngest daughter has been doing for the past couple of years," Jasper said after a while.

"Yes, Mr. Sullivan."

Meanwhile, Cassie sat quietly, watching the scenery blur past the car window.

Breaking the quiet in the car, Brenton asked in his low voice, "Would you like me to drive you back to the Sutton family residence?"

Cassie paused for a moment and turned to look at him.

She knew Shawn had never been the type to hold his tongue, especially around Brenton.

With Brenton picking her up today, she knew that Shawn had already told Brenton about her divorce.

A heavy sigh slipped from Cassie as she shot Brenton a pointed look. "If you're going to mock me, just do it outright."

Brenton's eyes flickered her way, and a cold laugh escaped him.

"Mock you? That's not what I'm trying to do. I just want to celebrate now that you've finally come to your senses."

A small laugh bubbled out of Cassie as she pouted. "You honestly expect me to believe you're not mocking me?"

This time, Brenton let her remark stand, and his sharp features softened slightly. "Honestly, it's a good thing that you are getting a divorce."

Everything he felt came through in those few words.

Cassie smiled faintly. "You're right."

Making that decision had shown her just how many people truly cared about her. She should never have compromised herself for Jordy.

She believed she really had been blind before.

Lost in her own thoughts, Cassie hardly noticed as the car rolled up to the Lloyd family estate.

Stepping outside, she was immediately swept into a hug by Shawn.

"Finally, you're back in one piece!" he exclaimed.

Cassie's laughter rang out as she glanced over Shawn's shoulder and spotted Caiden Lloyd, her third elder brother, watching them.

"Hey, Caiden," she said.

Caiden gave her a small nod. "It's good to see you home."

Surprise flickered in Cassie's eyes.

Usually, Caiden kept to himself, holed up in the esports training room. He rarely showed up for family moments.

Truthfully, Cassie hadn't expected to see him today. Finding him waiting for her made her feel oddly welcome.

"Isn't your tournament just around the corner, Caiden? Yet, you came back home today." Shawn didn't give Caiden a chance to respond. He sauntered over and threw his arm across Caiden's shoulders.

He turned to Cassie. "You know, Caiden found out about your divorce and ditched his tournament just so he could celebrate with you!"

His words made Cassie feel resigned.

With a blank expression, Caiden pushed Shawn's arm away and moved to leave. "I need to prep for training tomorrow. I'm leaving now."

No one managed to get in another word before Caiden slipped into his car and drove off.

Nothing about him had changed; he was still as stubborn as ever. Without their shared history, Cassie might have missed the quiet way he showed that he cared.

As Caiden's car disappeared down the driveway, Shawn moved closer, sliding his arm around Cassie's shoulders. "Alright, spill it. What happened?"

Shawn hadn't heard all the details. He only knew that Brenton had rushed to the Apex Club after taking a call. He only knew this was about Jasper.

Cassie didn't reply to him, glancing over at Brenton.

"Is everything okay with Jasper, Brenton?"

It seemed too much of a coincidence for Jasper to keep Cassie there. Something about the whole thing felt off.

Cassie couldn't imagine Jasper having any real interest in her, someone who was about to get a divorce.

Maybe it had to do with their families.

Was this just a friendly gesture from Jasper to the Lloyd family?

They all went inside the house. Brenton shrugged off his jacket and laid it across the nearest chair. He then shot Cassie a sidelong look.

"That's business stuff, Cassie. There's nothing for you to worry about. Go back to your room and get some rest early."

Realizing Brenton wouldn't say another word, Cassie let the matter drop and followed Shawn upstairs.

Only after Shawn left her side did Cassie notice her phone had been dead for hours.

She plugged it in, spotting a handful of missed calls—none of them from Jordy.

With a sigh, she tossed the phone aside and stretched out on the bed, letting herself drift off.

That night, her sleep was deep and untroubled. By the time she woke up, daylight already filled her room.

She then found the maid, Kyla Delgado, waiting at the bottom of the stairs, her smile bright.

"Mr. Brenton Lloyd asked that after you've had your breakfast, you head over to see him at the office."

A visit to Brenton's workplace?

Cassie paused, eyes darting toward Kyla.

"He really wanted me to go to the company?"

Brenton always made it clear—work and family stayed in separate lanes. He had once told everyone, loud and clear, that no family issues would cross his office threshold, and any business talk would be handled only at work.

Cassie couldn't imagine what reason he might have for summoning her there.

Instead of waiting, she dialed Brenton's number for answers.

"Come to my office at three o'clock sharp. Don't be late," Brenton said, his voice brisk before he ended the call.

The blank phone screen left Cassie sighing in frustration.

At exactly three in the afternoon, she arrived at the company.

Stepping into Brenton's office, she came face-to-face with someone she recognized right away.