Chapter 368

Even though Evelyn and I are divorced, and she's no longer my wife, she's still untouchable.

Nathan's eyes darkened with a dangerous glint as he took a menacing step forward. The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.

Leonard recoiled slightly, his face paling. The tension between father and son crackled in the air like static before a storm.

Cassandra swallowed hard, unnerved by the icy fury radiating from her half-brother.

But she quickly composed herself, moving behind Leonard with a practiced, saccharine smile. She began massaging his shoulders with deliberate strokes.

"Don't waste your energy arguing with Nathan over Evelyn, Dad," she purred. "She may have the advantage now, but the final outcome isn't decided yet."

Leonard's eyes sharpened with interest. "Are you saying you can change the situation?"

Cassandra's lips curved into a confident smirk. "If you let me take over the Isabella Laurent project, I have a way to win her back."

She tilted her head, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Just because Isabella announced her wedding will be at Monarch Grand Hotels doesn't mean it's set in stone. Plans can always... change."

Nathan's jaw tightened.

He knew his sister well. Cassandra was ambitious but lacked the intelligence to back it up.

Yet this time, she was challenging him with unnerving confidence.

Something wasn't right.

"Excellent!" Leonard beamed, patting Cassandra's hand. "I knew I could rely on you. You've always had vision."

He turned to Nathan with a dismissive wave. "You're off the project. Cassandra will handle everything with Isabella. I don't want you anywhere near Evelyn again."

Nathan remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Leonard never praised his achievements, but he was always quick to punish him at the slightest misstep.

To Leonard, Nathan would always be the illegitimate son—a threat to his authority.

"Thank you, Daddy!" Cassandra wrapped her arms around Leonard's neck, shooting Nathan a triumphant look.

"You'll be rewarded when you succeed," Leonard promised indulgently. "What would you like? A penthouse? A yacht?"

Cassandra giggled. "I don't want material things. I'm a Blackwood—I want to contribute to our family's legacy."

She leaned in, her voice turning sly. "If I secure Isabella's wedding, I want to be General Manager of Blackwood Hotel. Let me prove I can run it better than Evelyn ever did."

Nathan's lips twitched in dark amusement.

So that was her game.

"Done," Leonard agreed without hesitation.

Cassandra smirked at Nathan, already envisioning his humiliation when she stripped him of his power.

But Nathan's eyes held a silent warning—this wasn't over.