Seeing her slight hesitation, Cassandra immediately smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to her.
I just want to have a chat.
Or you could give me her contact information—I'll arrange to meet her myself.
And don't worry, your Uncle won't find out."
Beauty felt a pang of relief.
Thankfully, Cassandra didn't know about her contractual marriage with Lucas yet—otherwise, they probably wouldn't even be sitting here having lunch together.
After hesitating for a couple of seconds, she shook her head.
"If you really want to know, you should ask my uncle directly.
I don't think it's right for me to share someone else's private information.
I'm sorry..." She wanted no part in their conflict—she'd rather stay far, far away.
But what she didn't realize was that becoming Lucas's wife meant she could never escape the battlefield.
Leaving the restaurant after lunch, Beauty felt a twinge of guilt.
