Chapter 382

Just then, Cassandra and Tristan walked over. Cassandra said, "Hold on, I'm actually the guest Mrs. Carrington Senior invited." The doorman froze. He looked at Cassandra, then glanced over at Clara, asking Cassandra cautiously, "Pardon me, but are you Ms. Callum as well?" "That's right. I'm Cassandra Callum." "Cassandra Callum..." the doorman repeated, clearly trying to recall the right name. Sylvia had only told him to expect someone with the last name Callum, but he had forgotten the first name. Clara shot Cassandra a cold glare and gritted her teeth. "Are you right in the head? Seriously, do you have no shame? Why do you have to copy everything I do?" Cassandra just laughed and said, "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that? Are you running out of inspiration and just copying me to keep up? Honestly, I'm not that easy to imitate. At best, you're just a cheap knockoff." "Shut up! You're the one copying me, and you know it!" Clara snapped, clenching her jaw so hard that she near