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Chapter 51 Get Out
Chapter 51 Get Out
Sydney frowned, nervously fiddling with the hem of her shirt while glancing uncertainly at the receptionist’s confused look. Finally, she stepped into the elevator heading straight to the penthouse office.
“Cassius…”
Cassius, tired from several sleepless nights, looked up drowsily toward the doorway. When he saw her, disappointment flashed across his face before he furrowed his brow. “What are you doing here?”
There was a hint of impatience in his voice.
Sydney bit her lip, stunned as she tried to make sense of it. Is Cassius annoyed with me? And who was he expecting? Azalea?
Those thoughts swirled in her head, making her lips quiver with bitterness.
It wasn’t until Cassius asked again that she snapped out of it, lowering her head in frustration and whining softly, “Cassius, have you checked your phone? The person you hired to be my gunman betrayed me. Jubilee is pushing me to quit school. What am I supposed to do now?
“Only the family knows about this. Maybe Azalea knows something, too. Could it be… Or maybe it’s just the gunman exposing himself.”
Sydney kept her head down, watching Cassius’s face out of the corner of her eye.
This whole mess was somehow tied to the Larks. She was trying to make Cassius blame Azalea. Even if not for her own sake, she figured Cassius would still be mad at Azalea’s recklessness for the Larks.
She thought so. But sadly, the Cassius in front of her wasn’t the same guy who used to blindly let her get away with things, hoping Azalea would learn a lesson and listen.
A cold sneer appeared on his lips.
Sydney raised her head, meeting Cassius’s eyes full of pure disgust.
“So you’re saying Azalea’s the one who made you hire the gunman?”
When Sydney heard her plan called out so clearly, her eyes darted nervously. What is he trying to imply?
His frown deepened. How could I have treated Azalea so differently before? Compared to Sydney’s cruel tricks, Azalea is kind and honest, loyal to our family. How could I have been so blind?
“If you had what it took, none of this would’ve happened. You deserve everything you’re going through.” Sydney’s pupils shrank, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Cassius is blaming me?
He actually said that to me!
She’d never been treated like this before. Anger boiled inside her. How dare he say that! Wasn’t he the one who hired the gunman? If the plan failed and the people he hired turned out unreliable, how could he turn around and
blame me?
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All those feelings crashed over her, and she burst into tears, yelling, “Fine! I deserve it I’m no Azale you hadn’t made her study art in the first place, none of this would’ve happened!
The spot at Jubilee was Bastian’s choice to give me, and you’re the one who hired the gunman. Why a you trying to blame me?”
She refused to admit any fault. From start to finish, I’ve only given my opinion. I never told anyone to do anything wrong for me.
The Larks did it on their own!
Cassius stared at her, disbelief on his face. He hadn’t realized Sydney thought their efforts were just a given. He chuckled bitterly, wondering if she even got what those subtle hints would lead to.
After all, they’d known each other for over ten years. There had to be some care.
He’d thought she was just jealous of their parents and brothers‘ attention and had let it slide, humoring her childish jealousy while teaching Azalea a lesson.
But he never guessed Sydney thought all that favoritism was her right.
Cassius’s face hardened. “If you think we’ve hurt you by being kind, then don’t come to me anymore. Get out.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, Sydney regretted losing her temper.
She opened her mouth to say sorry, but his cold dismissal stopped her.
Fine. I’ll leave. I still have Mom, Dad, and Matthias to rely on.
Cassius had better not regret this.
On the other side, the study was empty when Azalea pushed the door open, with no sign of Hubert anywhere.
“Uncle Hubert?” It was her first time in the study, and she glanced around, sensing no one was home.
Stepping further inside, her eyes caught a cigarette carelessly left on the desk.
Hubert smokes?
That surprised her. With his noble, refined presence, she didn’t expect it.
Judging from the way he looked, he seemed to be all about elegance and poise.
She’d always imagined Hubert as the type to wear a suit, sitting in a room, reading books, so this was unexpected.
Azalea picked up the unlit cigarette and sniffed it. The smell was nice–something more likely liked by
women.
“Kids shouldn’t smoke.” A clean, pale hand suddenly reached from behind and took the cigarette away. Azalea turned to meet Hubert’s calm, deep eyes. At that moment, they shone with a faint trace of emotion,
