Which meant only one thing. Emily did not want a conversation. She wanted an execution. A public dismantling of the girl who had dared to attach herself to Cassian Crown's name in Cassian Crown's hotel.
Cixi met her gaze with quiet stubbornness. If Emily was expecting flinching, she had miscalculated.
"If I am wrong, then of course you may sue me," Cixi replied with a steady voice, a new fire burning behind it that even she did not fully recognise. "But perhaps you should confirm the facts before deciding what is false."
Now that Cixi knew a reporter was present, she realised something important. Attention was not always a danger. Sometimes it was a tool, and if she wanted answers about Cassian, she needed people to listen to her.
