His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 147

After taking a deep breath, Faithe fixed her gaze, rolled her eyes, and scoffed, "Eliza, if you weren't flaunting your title as Mrs. Welton, do you really think you'd get invited to these kinds of social events? Mr. Casper is treating this meeting with utmost importance. If you mess up his business deal, you know the consequences."

"Slap."

A sharp smack landed on Faithe's face. She touched her stinging left cheek, staring at Eliza in disbelief. "You hit me?"

Faithe was just a secretary. Casper could threaten Eliza, but a mere secretary had no right. Who did Faithe think she was?

"I'm warning you, Faithe, if you ever talk to me in this tone again, I'll hit you again." Eliza glared at the face she had just slapped red. "Remember, I am still Mrs. Welton. Show some respect."

"You..."

"Go back and tell Mr. Casper that if he wants me to attend the social event, he should come personally." She shot a cold glance at Faithe. "You're not qualified to act that way. Get lost."

"Fine, I'll have Mr. Casper come to you personally then. And when he's furious, you'll regret it."

Faithe stormed off, fuming.

Eliza's good mood was ruined. She felt drained.

Later that evening, Robin's doctor called her, explaining in detail the treatment process for his condition.

"Ms. Eliza, Mr. Robin needs the most advanced medication available, and the entire course will cost about a million dollars. Ms. Chelsea has already paid a deposit of two hundred thousand, but that's far from enough. I'm calling you today to ask you to raise the money as soon as possible to avoid interrupting or delaying the treatment."

A million dollars was an astronomical amount for Eliza. Even though Chelsea had already contributed two hundred thousand, gathering the remaining balance seemed as daunting as climbing Everest.

However, not going through the treatment wasn't an option either. This was Robin's last hope.

"Doctor, give me three days. I'll bring the money to you."

That dress was even more daring. At least this one wasn't exposing too much skin. It was sexy, tinged with a bit of elegance.

The dress was so perfectly tailored that it seemed it could neither spare nor accommodate an inch more or less.

That only meant that the dress was custom-made for her. The social event was clearly not a spur-of-the-moment decision, nor was she going because Nova was unavailable.

When she walked out, Casper looked up. She always managed to astonish him. She had a great figure and long legs; even the most ordinary clothes would make her look dignified, not to mention a high-end cocktail dress like this.

She was beautiful, breathtakingly so, dangerously alluring. He couldn't help but swallow. "Not bad."

"Who does Mr. Casper want me to seduce today?" Eliza said disdainfully.

He leaned in close to her, chuckling lightly. "Who could you seduce? Haven't you botched it every time?"