Chapter 332
After finishing his words, he grabbed his suit jacket, ready to leave.
"It seems you'd rather have him die there so no one could compete with you for Hernandez Corporation," Mabel remarked sharply.
Joseph paused mid-stride, then said, "Think what you will."
"Joseph, my biggest regret was having you. I should have gotten rid of you when I had the chance."
Her voice trailed from behind.
Joseph stepped into the elevator.
Walter, careful not to disturb, observed Joseph's stoic expression, a calm before the storm. He knew too well the facade of tranquility that Joseph wore.
Every encounter with Mabel ended in an argument; they were like natural enemies.
Walter sighed internally. The lady of the house was far too biased.
The driver brought around the car, and Joseph got in.
In the vastness of New York, he felt there was nowhere to go.
He drove to his mansion.
Entering through the door, the spacious mansion was eerily silent. There was not even a soul in sight.
He immediately called Cassie. After a few rings, she rejected the call. He connected twice more, to no avail.
"Perfect," Joseph muttered, a predatory glint in his eyes.
At the hotel
After hanging up, Cassie shivered suddenly.
Joseph wouldn't stoop to new lows, would he?
But after a long wait with no news from him, she ordered room service for dinner.
At seven in the evening, the door beeped and kicked open with force as she was preparing to eat.
Joseph strode in and slammed the door behind him.
"How did you get in?" Cassie jumped, startled.
"This hotel is an investment from my company," Joseph stated calmly as he tossed the room key onto a nearby surface and advanced toward her. "I thought you had enough of a lesson last night, but no."
His towering shadow loomed over her, and Cassie found the lurid grimace on his handsome face both terrifying and menacing. "I meant to leave, but then you had to send that kind of photo to David. What you did was out of line."
"Out of line?" Joseph let out a wry laugh. "I was generous by not sending him what you looked like last night."
"Shut up!" Cassie's face turned ghostly pale with humiliation.
"Or am I wrong? David's fiancée, yet you were clinging to me." His thin lips curled with some of the cruelest words. "You're just inherently cheap, too blind to see your faults, still wanting to stand on ceremony..."
Slap!
Cassie could bear no more, and her palm struck against his chiseled face.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at him. Her red eyes were filled with loathing and rage. That very expression mirrored how Mabel had looked at her that afternoon.
A sharp pain pierced Joseph's heart.
"How dare you slap me?"
His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, taking on a devilish glow.
Cassie instinctively stepped back, murmuring, "Joseph, you can't treat me like this."
"Cassie, I won't show you an ounce of mercy again."
Years later, when Cassie reflected on that night, only one word described it: horror.
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