Chapter 491

Cassandra Montgomery surveyed the room with icy disdain.

Her gaze swept over the assembled women like a winter storm. "Who still plays these childish games these days?" Her voice dripped with contempt.

"You think just because your families have a few million, you belong to high society?" She scoffed. "Take a good look in the mirror. Do you honestly believe the elite would ever accept you?"

The women shifted uncomfortably.

Cassandra's lips curled. "And yet, you idiots reserved the best suite at The Kensington Grand for your petty drama. Six hundred thousand just to act like fools. Do you think this is some cheap motel?"

Silence.

Among them, Margaret Dawson stood out. The Dawsons were well-off in Harborview City, but not elite.

Margaret forced a smile. "Miss Montgomery, we... we understand now."

"Understand?" Cassandra arched a brow. "Do you know that woman who left earlier? The one you were all gossiping about?"

Margaret blinked.

"She specializes in seducing wealthy men," Cassandra said smoothly. "And she never fails."

Margaret paled. "She... she's really like that?"

Cassandra smirked. "Oh, she doesn’t just take them. She targets the husbands of women she hates. Every. Single. Time."

Margaret’s hands trembled.

Cassandra laughed lightly. "Now get out of my hotel before I lose my patience."

The women scattered like frightened birds.

Margaret lingered, her eyes catching on the forgotten clutch Sophia Montgomery had left behind.

It was rough leather, unremarkable—yet it had looked striking in Sophia’s hands.

Why not take it? Margaret thought. She won’t be coming back.

She reached for it.

"Wait." Cassandra’s voice froze her in place.

Margaret turned, nervous. "Yes, Miss Montgomery?"

"Your name?"

"Margaret Dawson. My husband owns Dawson Travel." She spoke quickly, eager to impress.

Cassandra nodded. "Perhaps the Montgomerys could do business with your family someday."

Margaret’s heart raced. A connection with the Montgomerys? That was the golden ticket.

"Really?" she breathed.

Cassandra’s smile was sharp. "Unless you’d rather risk your husband falling into that woman’s trap?"

Margaret’s face darkened. "That witch—I’ll make sure she never steps foot near my family again!"

"I can help with that," Cassandra murmured.

Margaret hesitated. "Why would you help me?"

Cassandra sighed dramatically. "Because I’ve suffered because of her too. I don’t want others to endure the same."

Margaret leaned in. "How?"

"I have... compromising photos of Sophia. Would you like them?"

Margaret’s eyes gleamed. "You do?"

Cassandra nodded. "She tried seducing my boyfriend. I caught her. And others."

Margaret’s fists clenched. "Give them to me. I’ll ruin her."

Cassandra smiled. "I’ll have my assistant send them." She made a quick call. "Those photos—ready?"

A voice replied, "Perfectly edited. Undetectable. They’ll be there in thirty minutes."

Cassandra hung up. "Wait here."

Margaret practically vibrated with excitement.

When the photos arrived, she gasped. "She’s even worse than I thought!"

Cassandra smirked. "Do with them as you please."

Margaret clutched them like treasure. "Don’t worry, Miss Montgomery. I’ll handle everything. No one will know you were involved."

Cassandra waved a hand. "I trust you."

As Margaret left, Cassandra’s smile turned venomous.

Perfect.

Her sister, Sophia Kensington, stepped forward. "Are you sure about this?"

Cassandra’s eyes glittered. "Absolutely."

Sophia bit her lip. "It feels... risky."

Cassandra scoffed. "Since when are you so weak?"

Sophia said nothing.

Cassandra turned away.

Margaret Dawson was just the weapon she needed.

And Sophia Montgomery?

She wouldn’t know what hit her.