Chapter 65

"What do you think you're doing? Do you think you're some sort of thug?" the newcomer scolded. The man's voice sounded oddly familiar to Cassandra. As she studied him through her sunglasses, she realized that his features were just as recognizable as his voice. In that moment, the puzzle snapped together. It was Wesley Kirk, the man who had come to her aid at Weber's—Theodore's subordinate. Cassandra could feel a headache building at the back of her head. She was worried that Theodore would appear out of nowhere like last time. She wouldn't care if anyone else showed up, but she didn't want him to see her in this pathetic state. "Who are you? Don't poke your nose into other people's business!" Gretchen exclaimed as she tugged her arm out of Wesley's grip and scrutinized him. Although the business suit he was wearing didn't have any obvious branding, it was easy to tell it was expensive. The watch he was wearing also cost at least seven digits. The way he carried himself was also