Page 80 of In A Mood For Mr. Wrong

Cassian, who had been casually eavesdropping, becauseof coursehe was, lets out a low whistle. “Sam Whitmore, huh? Well,that’sunfortunate.”

I glare at him. “Do youeversay anything helpful?”

Cassian smirks. “Not usually.” Then, he crosses his arms, his expression turning thoughtful. “Whitmore is ruthless. If he’s involved, it means Eleanor isn’t just trying towin, she’s trying todestroyyou.”

Grayson nods grimly. “He’ll file injunction after injunction, drown us in legal fees, attack our credibility. He doesn’t play fair, he playsto kill.”

Olivia sighs. “That’s not even the worst part. He’s known fordragging cases outfor years. If he manages to get aninjunction approved,Perfectly Matchedcould be stuck in limbo. No clear leadership, no forward movement, justuncertainty. And uncertainty kills a business like this.”

I inhale sharply. “She’s not just fighting us, she’s fighting time.”

Grayson’s eyes darken. “Then we don’tgiveher time.”

Cassian sighs dramatically,adjusting his cufflinks. “Well, Iknewit wouldn’t be that easy.”

Isabella appears beside him, rolling her eyes. “Itwaseasy. Eleanor’s just incapable oflosinglike a normal person.”

Cassian smirks. “That’s what makes herfun.”

Grayson gives him alook. “Do youevertake anything seriously?”

Cassian lifts a shoulder. “Sure. Butthis?” He gestures lazily to the tension in the air. “This is justdelicious. The woman’s drowning and she’s still trying toclaw her way to the surface.”

Isabella taps a finger against her chin, feigning thoughtfulness. “So, you’re telling me your plan is… towatch her struggle?”

Cassian grins. “Oh,darling, I was planning tohelp push.”

Grayson sighs. “Can wefocus?”

Cassian raises a brow. “You say that as if Ihaven’tbeen helping.”

I fold my arms. “You’ve beendramatically enjoying the chaos.”

Cassian winks. “I can multitask.”

Isabella smirks. “Doubtful.”

Cassian tilts his head toward her, his smirk darkening. “Is that achallenge, Monroe?”

She lifts an eyebrow. “You’re a walking challenge, Laurent.”

Cassian steps closer, their banter taking on a sharper edge. “And yet, youcan’t look away.”

Isabella’s lips part slightly, but she recovers quickly, smirking. “It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion. Morbidly fascinating.”

Cassian chuckles, low and amused. “Keep watching,sweetheart.”

Grayson clears his throat, muttering, “For the love of God, someone put them in separate rooms.”

I nudge him playfully. “They are entertaining.”

He exhales. “They’re exhausting.”

Cassian claps his hands together. “Alright, lovers, let’s get back to business.”

Isabella grins. “Lead the way,King.”

Just like that, the storm outside rumbles in the distance, low and foreboding and we’re about to unleash hell.

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