CHAPTER 116: THE CALL
With that, she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Cassandra's number. Cassandra picked up on the second ring, her voice bright and cheerful.
"Aunty Jasmine!" Cassandra chirped. "How have you been? I hope Bella isn't giving you too much trouble—because if she is, I'll definitely have to handle her!"
Jasmine laughed. "I'm doing very well, Casy. What a sweet child you are."
Cassandra blushed on the other end, smiling to herself. "But, Aunty, is everything alright?"
"Yes, dear, everything's fine. I just called to get some information about Diana."
Cassandra's tone changed instantly. "That bitch," she spat.
"Yes, that exact one," Jasmine agreed, her voice laced with satisfaction.
"Aunty, whatever you need to know, ask away. I'll tell you everything I've found out about her."
Jasmine exchanged glances with the other women, a wide smile spreading across her face. They nodded approvingly, encouraging her to proceed.
"Well, what can you tell me about her?" Jasmine asked over the phone.
Cassandra cleared her throat and launched into a scathing tirade.
"I know for a fact that she works at Piccadilly Circus. She has a huge building there—Some fancy five-story shop. Her husband must have given it to her after their wedding, because there's no way she could have afforded it on her own."
"Hmm," Jasmine murmured thoughtfully. "Go on."
"Her parents don't have much money, and she's not well-off either. I'm sure the little money she had before marrying *my* boyfriend came from other men she probably slept with—and that rubbish housekeeping business of hers."
Cassandra's voice dripped with disdain. "Those girls of color, they all have loose morals, mark my words. Diana's no different."
"So she needs money then?" Jasmine pressed, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"More than anything in this world," Cassandra replied bitterly, before continuing.
"From the way you're talking, Aunty, I can tell you're planning something," Cassandra said slyly.
"How did—" Jasmine began, but Cassandra cut her off.
"I want to be a part of it. If I want to get my boyfriend back, I know I have to make some sacrifices. Sitting around won't get me anywhere. I can go places you can't, Aunty. Just let me be involved," Cassandra urged.
Jasmine was a bit taken aback. She glanced at the two women beside her, who nodded in approval, giving her the go-ahead.
"Alright then, no problem. I'll fill you in on the details once I have a concrete plan."
Cassandra's voice brimmed with excitement. "Thank you so much, Aunty!" she gushed, ending the call with a satisfied smile.
Roberta frowned thoughtfully. "Why would Diana be in need of money? Isn't her husband a billionaire? Something just doesn't add up."
"Maybe she has other expenses," Jasmine suggested. "Or maybe she's just greedy."
"True, but if there's anyone who can get reliable information, it's Cassandra," Margaux pointed out.
"So, what's the plan now?" Roberta asked, crossing her arms with eyes sparkling in anticipation.
"Well, if it's money she wants, we'll have Cassandra pay her a visit with an enticing job offer she can't refuse then while she's distracted, we execute our plan." Margaux replied confidently.
"And what if she turns Cassandra down?" Jasmine interjected.
"If money is really that important to her, she won't refuse. We just need her to host the biggest party of her life. That'll be our way in," Margaux explained.
The women exchanged glances, nodding in agreement.
"And what about James? What do we do about him?" Jasmine asked.
"Don't worry about him," Roberta said with a sly smile. "I've already sent someone—an old enemy of his—to infiltrate his defenses."
Jasmine's eyes widened. "You infiltrated his inner circle? How did you manage that?"
Roberta gestured towards Margaux. "I didn't. She did."
"I tracked the man down," Margaux said nonchalantly. "I've been planning this infiltration for over a year now. It wasn't easy, considering James rarely leaves loose ends or makes enemies."
The two other women swallowed, exchanging uncertain looks.
Jasmine felt a mix of fear and admiration for her sister's. "You ladies sure are more ruthless than i am," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
Roberta shrugged. "It's called survival. And right now, that's what we're focused on."
"Are you sure it'll work?" Jasmine asked, her voice edged with concern. "James's defenses are like a fortress."
"Oh, grow a thicker skin, sister!" Roberta exclaimed. "Even the strongest fortress can be brought down with persistence, hard work, and—"
"And money," Margaux added, finishing the sentence.
Roberta laughed. "Yes, with money."
Jasmine still looked skeptical but managed a smile, joining in the laughter. Their discussion continued late into the night, each woman plotting the downfall of the unsuspecting couple.