Male Model

Upon returning home, I immediately rummaged through my wardrobe for the light green dress identical to the one Elara was wearing, yet it seemed to have vanished into thin air. Most of the servants are not allowed in my room, but the maid Agnes is an exception, as she's responsible for cleaning my room. So, I called Agnes to ask, "Have you seen my light green dress, the one with ink stains that I haven't worn since?"

Agnes hastily shook her head, her eyes darting around: "Miss Winters, with so many clothes you have, how could I remember a specific one? Moreover, you wouldn't wear it again if its cuff is stained with ink, so why bother looking for it?"

Strange, I didn't mention the ink was on the cuff. She clearly remembers the dress, so why deny it?

Seeing my suspicious gaze, she visibly panicked, fumbling for her phone, and said, "Sorry, I have a call coming, I need to take this."

Her phone screen was off, obviously showing no incoming call. But I didn't call her out on it; instead, I let her leave, then quietly followed her.

To my surprise, Agnes really did make a phone call.

"I can't possibly come up with $128,000!"

On the other end of the phone, Elara's roaring voice came through: "Aren't you working as a maid in the Winters family? Stop selling their worthless stuff and sell something valuable instead. They're so rich they won't even notice it!"

Agnes's voice was almost pleading: "Elara, please stop spending like this. The dress I stole for you has already been discovered. If this continues, I might end up in jail."

"What? They found out you've been stealing? Were you fired?"

"No, they just noticed things were missing, they haven't suspected me."

The relief was evident on the other end of the phone: "Good they haven't suspected you. Hurry up and find more money. I'm pregnant with Sebastian's child, and once I successfully marry him, you'll be the lady of a wealthy household."

Agnes didn't speak again, but it was clear she had made her choice.

Unexpectedly, Elara turns out to be Agnes's daughter. No wonder she could convince Sebastian that she was the heir to the Winters family. Agnes must have shared a lot about the Winters family with her, allowing her to know everything about the family as if she were a member herself. Unfortunately, Agnes forgot to mention the most important fact—that I am the true heir of the Winters family.

Returning to my room, I immediately installed hidden surveillance cameras in every corner.

If Agnes decides to stop now, I can overlook her misdeeds out of consideration for the years she has served our family. However, if she refuses to change her ways, I won't hesitate to ensure she faces justice for her actions.

"Cassandra! Cassandra!" My younger brother Finn somehow made his way in front of me, and seeing my solemn expression, he asked, "Cassandra, why do you look like this? Don't tell me Sebastian dumped you?"

After saying that, he burst into laughter. Shocked, I asked, "How did you know he broke up with me?"

His laughter stopped abruptly, and this time he was the one shocked, "He really broke up with you? He actually dumped the heir of the Winters family!"

Feeling resigned, I explained, "Because there appeared a woman drenched in designer brands, more the part of the Winters family heir than I ever seemed, Sebastian came to believe I had always been deceiving him. Alas, it's my fault for never bringing him to our house during our two years of dating, which gave that woman her chance."

"That's because you knew our parents would never approve of you dating a bastard. But in a way, Sebastian did you a favor by allowing you to see the true colors of a scumbag in time."

"Sebastian is indeed a scumbag. That woman is already carrying his child, which means he must have cheated on me before we even broke up. Ugh, what a scumbag!"

"He probably wasn't sure who the real heir of the Winters family was, so he didn't want to let go of either," Finn said, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Come on, forget about Sebastian. To celebrate your return to singlehood, I'm taking you to a nightclub tonight, and I'll get you eight male models!"

"This... this might not be a good idea," I said, looking uneasy. "I'm actually not single right now, I've found someone else..."

"You seamlessly moved on!" Finn was shocked for only a second before he burst into smiles. "That's my sister for you, finding a new boyfriend right after breaking up."

I punched him playfully in annoyance, but he wasn't upset and continued, "Having a boyfriend and going to a nightclub to enjoy some male models doesn't conflict. Just don't let your new boyfriend know, right? Escaping from misery is always worth celebrating..."

Half-heartedly, I followed Finn to the nightclub. After a few drinks, my consciousness began to blur, and hugging Finn, I started to lament: "How did I end up being Dominic's girlfriend? If we actually get married, Sebastian will have to call me 'Aunt.' Do I even want to live like that..."

Finn shouted, "What? Your new boyfriend is Dominic? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

He immediately tried to leave, but I grabbed him, "You can't go, you haven't got me the eight male models yet."

"Alright, alright, I'll get them for you now, just let me make a phone call, okay?"

Only then did I let go of him, content. After downing a few more drinks, Finn came back, looking jittery, and said, "The male models will be here soon, can you go wait in the room for a bit?"

I rolled around on the bed out of sheer boredom for what felt like ages before finally, a man pushed the door open and entered. He was tall, with an unmistakably elegant posture that commanded attention. His hair was meticulously styled. Clad in a perfectly tailored suit that seemed to accentuate his broad shoulders and lean figure, he exuded an aura of sophistication and authority. The suit was a deep navy blue, which contrasted strikingly with his crisp white shirt and the subtle sheen of a silk tie.

Seeing only one person, I felt a bit dissatisfied: "Didn't Finn say he was getting me eight? How come only one showed up?"

He leaned in closer to me: "Isn't one enough?"

"Sebastian? No, Dominic?" I stared intently at his face, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Finn really knows me too well, finding a male model who fits my taste so perfectly. And this outfit, is it the allure of a suit?"

I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to me. Caressing his face, I said dreamily, "Your face resembles my ex-boyfriend's so much, and it's exactly like my current boyfriend's."

He abruptly grabbed my hand: "If you have a boyfriend, why are you here in the nightclub ordering male models?"

"Ah, you wouldn't understand," I sighed and waved dismissively. "My boyfriend, he's... lacking in certain areas. That would have been fine, but to cover up for his inadequacies, he made me spend an entire night chanting 'Dominic is the best,' until my throat was hoarse..."

The man's expression darkened gradually: "It seems I was too gentle with you that night. Tonight, I'll show you what I'm truly capable of."