Chapter 161

In the days following Cassandra Sinclair’s return to the city, the once-quiet entrance of the Sinclair Penthouse a sleek, architectural marvel perched above the financial district became a revolving door of high heels, designer handbags, and thinly veiled curiosity. The wives of CEOs, senators, and board directors women who previously hadn’t spared Cassandra more than a whispered comment over champagne flutes during charity galas now found compelling reasons to drop by. It wasn’t Logan’s edict that had spurred the sudden interest. It was the woman herself. The same Cassandra Sinclair who had risen from the wreckage of a public, high-stakes divorce with the poise of a phoenix in Prada.