Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 476 The Devil

Oscar and Amelia enjoyed a night of passion, while Cassie woke up with a splitting headache in a hotel the next day. She held her head and groaned from her hangover.

“Awake?” A woman’s cold voice rang out in the room.

Startled, Cassie lifted her head and met the gaze of an unknown, expressionless woman. She croaked, “Who are you?”

Jean ignored her question and shot straight to the point. “That’s not important. If you’re clear-headed, I’m leaving.”

She was almost at the door when Cassie screeched, “Stay right where you are.”

Jean grimaced, having hoped that she could leave without fanfare. Still, considering Cassie’s friendship with Oscar and Amelia’s orders to look after Cassie, Jean could only swallow her indignation at dealing with the hungover woman’s rudeness.

“Yes?” Jean turned around.

“Who sent me here last night?” Cassie tapped her head, struggling to recall what had happened after her argument with Amelia. Despite her best efforts, nothing came to mind. It was as if her brain had stopped remembering anything at that exact moment.

“Boss and Mrs. Clinton sent you home after you drank yourself into oblivion. You looked even more pathetic than the homeless ruffians on the street,” Jean scoffed as her gaze roved over Cassie. “I have no idea what Boss saw in you in the first place. You’re way below Mrs. Clinton’s league. In fact, I’d venture to say you’re like a swan that regressed into an ugly duckling.”

Cassie’s face twisted with rage, and she threw a pillow at Jean, shrieking, “Get lost! Get out of my sight!”

Jean gladly left the massive presidential suite, leaving a stunned Cassie on the bed.

Her gaze was unfocused. She was seemingly lost in her thoughts.

Cassie scrambled off the bed and ran barefoot into

a run for their money. Her gaze traveled across the mirror as she took in her bloodshot eyes, dark eye circles, and pale lips. Stray freckles dotted her face, and there was a

cupped her face, questioning her sanity in accosting Oscar in such a

passed, and despite her claims of hating Oscar and plans to sabotage Clinton Corporations with June, Cassie had never

herself, “This isn’t me; this can’t be me! How can I look like this?” She could not come to terms with the fact that Oscar had seen her in such an unkempt state. Oh God, he already hates me enough. He

suddenly felt like

frenzy, “I have to change. I have to get back on my feet again. Oscar sent me here last night because he still cares about our old relationship. I’m sure he hasn’t gotten

arranged for

successfully covering

in the mirror, pleased with the results of her artfully applied makeup. Unfortunately, she

she left the hotel. She ended the call, only to

been searching for you all night. Now be a good girl and come home. If you’re

the text. Her anger and hatred for June ballooned. I wouldn’t

the devil incarnate. Cassie recalled how he had dragged her straight to hell to avenge his past humiliation at her hands. She had followed him to every unsavory establishment imaginable

had had enough of escaping reality through all manners of shady pursuits. It was as though she had received an epiphany regarding her

with another call

despicable! I’ve wallowed under your control for years. Turning me into an alcoholic was one thing, but now you’re trying to groom me into becoming a drug addict? Are you

rants, June asked, “Tell me where you are. I’ve gone mad trying to find you the whole

after causing my downfall? Well, you can leave Chanaea happy now! Get lost, and

your hungover state. Come now, be a nice girl, and tell me where you are. I’ll fetch you right away. Don’t throw a tantrum.” He dropped his

“Keep my parents out of this! You

giving him a chance

to her dismay, June was entertaining her mother in the living room like the perfect son-in-law. June had shrewdly kept Elizabeth