Chapter 34 — Cain Mysia
It had been a few days since the entire fiasco, and now the whole world knew—Cain Mysia was engaged. Maybe now, the board would finally get off his damn back.
Cain's thoughts were interrupted by a knock and a voice calling from outside his office door.
"Mr. Cain, Mr. Denver is here to see you," Peter announced.
"Let him in," Cain replied flatly.
The door opened and Mr. Denver stepped in, extending a hand with a courteous smile.
"Mr. Mysia," he greeted.
"Denver," Cain nodded, shaking his hand.
"I heard about your engagement. I didn't know you were seeing anyone. There hasn't been a single picture of you with anyone in over three years," Mr. Denver said casually, eyeing Cain with interest.
"I prefer to keep my personal life away from public eyes," Cain replied coolly.
"Well, I'd certainly like to meet this fiancée of yours one day," Denver added with a knowing smile.
"You will. But for now, let's get to business. I assume you didn't come all the way here just to snoop into my private life," Cain responded, his tone sharpening.
"Of course not." Denver reached into his briefcase. "These are the documents. I believe you already have your copy?"
Cain slid the papers across his desk. "Sign here."
"I will. The proposal is excellent—I'd be a fool not to." Denver nodded, then added with a grin, "But I'll sign it during your wedding reception. I assume I'll be on the guest list?"
Cain clenched his fist beneath the desk, his jaw tightening. His eyes darkened, but he quickly composed himself.
"Of course. You'll receive your invitation by email," he said, forcing a smile.
"I expect nothing less. It'll be the wedding of the century." With that, Denver shook his hand and left.
As the door closed, Cain muttered under his breath, This old cargo is becoming really demanding. He exhaled sharply. I'll ask Mum to begin the wedding preparations.
Just then, Peter reappeared at the door. "Mr. Cain, Sarah White is waiting at the restaurant for your dinner meeting."
"I'll be done in a minute. Tell the driver to turn the car," Cain said.
On the way there, Cain turned to Peter. "After fifteen minutes, make up an excuse and get me out of there."
"Understood, sir," Peter replied.
Cain glanced out the window, annoyed. Why the hell did she choose this Italian place? The food here is terrible.
They arrived at the restaurant shortly afterward. Sarah White stood waiting outside.
"Cain," she greeted brightly.
"Miss White," Cain said briskly. "Shall we go in?"
Sarah pouted playfully. "Always with the formality. I don't know why you refuse to call me by my name." She stepped closer and reached for his suit, brushing it with her fingers.
Cain shifted uncomfortably, removing her hand with a curt gesture.
They were soon seated at their table. Peter leaned slightly toward him and whispered discreetly, "Sir… isn't that your fiancée and your family over there?"
Cain turned slightly. "Hmm," he responded, barely reacting.
Sarah, oblivious, continued talking. "Cain, I really think you should consider my offer. My publishing house would be the perfect platform for your biography. Once I release it, the public will be eating out of my hands."
Cain met her gaze, his voice cool and dismissive. "As I've told you before, there are several others I need to speak with before making a final decision, Miss White. You'll receive my feedback soon."
Just then, Peter interrupted, nodding toward another table. "Sir, your mother is signaling you."
Cain stood. "Miss White, expect an email soon." Without further explanation, he walked away, Peter trailing close behind.
At the table, he saw his mother seated with his younger brother and a few familiar faces from the family circle. But his eyes locked immediately on Kassia.
"Kassia. I need to speak with you," Cain said, ignoring everyone else at the table.
Kassia looked unsure, hesitant.
"I said now," he added, his tone firm and authoritative.
Reluctantly, Kassia stood and followed him outside.
Cain studied her face for a moment before speaking. "We're getting married next week. In the UK."
"I..." Kassia began, but he cut her off.
"Start packing your bags," he ordered flatly.
"There are rules, and I need to go over them with you."
He grabbed her gently but firmly by the arm and led her to the car. Once inside, the door shut behind them, and the vehicle drove off into the night.
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