Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Kabanata 371 - Kabanata 376

Cassandra’s POV I felt positively giddy when we left the store front. “Let’s go shopping,” I said, taking Jordyn’s hand. I’d been a billionaire for a few months now, but I hadn’t really bought anything significant. What did I need to buy? Stanley had left me his estate and a yacht. I’d bought some new furniture for the estate, and some clothes, but other than that, my money had pretty much sat in the bank. I didn’t realize how good it felt to spend a shit ton of money. The realtor said she would reach out to the client to see if they were willing to sell. “Make them an offer they can’t refuse,” I said flippantly. “And call me as soon as you have.” Then we shook hands and Jordyn and I left. “Cassandra,” Jordyn said. “I’m not sure you need to BUY the place. I mean, what if it doesn’t work out or…” “Then I’ll own a beautiful store in the most beautiful city in the world and I’ll find somet

Cassandra’s POV An hour later, we were seated at a formal dining table with more waiters attending to us than a full out gala. Jordyn and I had been given the grand tour of the palace, or well, part of it. The important parts, according to Blaire. We’d seen the rest tomorrow. Then we’d been sent to our separate rooms to dress for dinner. I’d chosen a long, floor length gown and Jordyn had chosen a crisp, black suit. We both looked quite dapper, if I did say so myself. Rhett had escorted us to the dining hall, which was bigger than our entire new office back home. Everything about the palace felt larger than life, and I had to literally stop myself from walking around with my mouth hanging wide open in awe. Jordyn had laughed several times at the Blaire’s strange way of speaking. She’d called me a sun-kissed daisy in the rain, whatever that meant. But I told Jordyn he’d get used to it. It’s just the way Blaire was. And sure enough, but by the

Cassandra’s POV I resisted the urge to scoff at Jordyn. Be careful? Of what? Getting lost in a hedge maze? It was a strange warning with an ominous tone. Ahead of me, Sebastian had stopped. He was waiting for me to catch up. The maze was enormous, with walls at least twenty feet high. Jordyn and Blaire were already entering the maze by the time I got to Sebastian. He didn’t say anything. He just looked me up and down, as though he were examining me. I felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze. I couldn’t help but notice again how handsome he was. I’d actually never seen anyone that looked like him before. He had an easy, confident swagger about him that only amplified his good looks. I realized that the reason I found him so attractive likely had to do with the fact that he was French, living in a palace, and the daughter of a Dutchess. A Dutchess whom I just happened to like very much. “Shall we go in?” I a