Chapter 377

Cassandra stepped out of the café and quickly got into a sleek, low-key black Phaeton parked right outside. It wasn’t long before she spotted Ethan Carter walking out, looking pretty ticked off. Two or three minutes later, a man wearing a baseball cap and carrying a video camera followed. She figured he must be the reporter Ethan brought along. It was a few minutes after that when Moses Yane finally came out with the reporter in tow, heading toward the car. "Miss Taylor, your acting back there was seriously next level," Moses said with a chuckle as he slid into the driver’s seat, throwing a teasing glance at Cassandra in the back. Even knowing it was all fake, he almost believed it himself. Every little thing she did—from her eyes, her expression, voice, even those tiny nervous tics—was spot-on. She nailed it. "Thanks for the praise, Mr. Yane, but I just call it knowing how to talk to different people," Cassandra smiled lightly, covering her mouth. Her nose and eyes were still a bit re