Chapter 51: Married Woman Conquest.
Kyle had always been a complex individual, and his actions reflected a side of him that far surpassed ordinary cruelty. Calista’s newfound success was intricately linked to him, which made the entire situation all the more twisted. It was cruel because only Kyle truly understood what his end goal was, though that wasn’t what dominated his thoughts at this moment.
At present, Kyle had approximately $206,000,000 left in his account. Despite the significant amount, he wasn’t worried about running out of money. He had the knowledge and resources to double it easily, but that wouldn’t be ideal—not until he had set the proper foundations for building lasting wealth. He was aware of the importance of appearing grounded, and if, by some miracle, his account was ever discovered, this balance could be justified as plausible earnings.
Kyle understood that everything in life had loopholes, and he wasn’t naïve enough to believe his system was exempt from this universal truth. Even if it appeared foolproof, he couldn’t afford to be complacent. Caution, he reminded himself, was his greatest ally.
Taking out his phone, Kyle searched for Cassandra’s contact information. His earlier conversation with Mr. Jones about marriage lingered in his mind. Kyle was confident that he could make Cassandra betray her marital vows—it wasn’t an impossible task. However, he also knew that calling her without prior notice might come across as a nuisance. Instead, he decided to send her a carefully worded text message.
Kyle reasoned that if she was a housewife, she likely didn’t have much occupying her free time. He crafted a playful yet simple text, ensuring there was no room for misinterpretation.
[[Hello Cassey, it is I, your superhero. I’m doing a routine check-up to see if you’re safe. Respond with a thumbs up if you are.]]
It didn’t take long for a response to arrive, just as Kyle suspected. Her promptness confirmed his assumption—she truly had nothing better to do at the moment.
[[Cassandra: ദ്ദി(ᵔOᵔ)]]
Kyle smirked at her response. He knew her quick reply was an open invitation to continue the conversation. If Cassandra had truly wanted to shut him down, she wouldn’t have replied at all. He understood that while she might have given him her number out of politeness, engaging in a conversation was entirely her choice.
Kyle had already expressed his interest in her during their previous encounter, even though she had informed him that she was married. To Kyle, that revelation wasn’t necessarily a sign of faithfulness—it was simply a fact.
[[Kyle: Wow, you look even more beautiful digitalized.]]
Kyle chuckled at his own words as he hit send. Where did he come up with these lines?
[[Cassandra: What!? ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?]]
Before Kyle could craft a response, another notification popped up—a picture attachment.
"A picture?" Kyle thought to himself, intrigued. He knew that people didn’t send photos to someone they weren’t at least somewhat interested in entertaining. Even if she was only using him to pass the time, it didn’t matter. For Kyle, this was an opportunity—a loophole he could exploit.
Opening the attachment, he saw an image of Cassandra lying down, though only her face was visible. Kyle sighed inwardly. While he had hoped for something a little more daring, he recognized this for what it was—her way of inviting him to take the next step. The picture came with a caption: "Are you sure about that?"
Still seated in the park, Kyle couldn’t help but feel amused. This wasn’t exactly the most comfortable environment for a conversation like this, but he was too intrigued to care.
[[Kyle: How about I see if you measure up in person? My brain can’t seem to remember what you look like anymore.]]
Kyle decided to go straight to the point with his response. He didn’t want to waste time with unnecessary banter. However, when no reply came immediately, he wondered if he had pushed too far.
"Did I overdo it?" Kyle muttered under his breath, preparing to put his phone away. Just as he did, his phone buzzed with a notification. She had replied.
[[Cassandra: You do know I’m married, right? I don’t know what it is you’re looking for, but this is inappropriate.]]
Kyle chuckled softly at the absurdity of her reply. If she truly believed the conversation was inappropriate, why was she still responding? If she genuinely cared about propriety, she would have blocked him by now. Instead, here she was, giving him an opening to convince her otherwise.
[[Kyle: Someone has a naughty mind. All I suggested was that we meet up, but it looks like you’ve already begun to undress me. If anything, I should be the one uncomfortable. THIS IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT!]]
Kyle’s response was playful yet clever, carefully removing any seriousness from the exchange while shifting the narrative.
[[Cassandra: You play too much! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ). Fine, I got ahead of myself, but I’m just making it clear so there’s no miscommunication.]]
[[Kyle: I get it, I get it. Something tells me you need to get out of the house, so how about it?]]
Kyle sent the text, knowing that all he needed was to get her to see him in person. It was easier to maintain a facade over the phone, but in person, the dynamic would shift in his favor. He knew that his new haircut gave him a refreshed, confident appearance—one that women found hard to resist.
Once again, there was a delay in her response. Kyle understood this was because Cassandra was debating with herself. He wasn’t worried; the worst she could say was no. If that happened, he would simply move on to someone else to satisfy his current hunger.
[[Cassandra: I guess lunch couldn’t hurt. How about tomorrow?]]
A satisfied smirk crept across Kyle’s face. She had taken the bait.
[[Kyle: That works for me. I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a crop top too. I don’t know why, but I feel like you’d look stunning in one.]]
Kyle had observed her tendency to cover up excessively, even in hot weather. He guessed it stemmed from some form of body dysmorphia or insecurity. Complimenting that specific insecurity was a calculated move—it told her, subconsciously, that he appreciated the very thing she disliked about herself.
"Validation," Kyle muttered to himself, recognizing the power it held.
[[Cassandra: Oh my God! I don’t look like a supermodel if that’s what you’re thinking.]]
Kyle smiled. Her response wasn’t a rejection; it was an invitation for reassurance.
[[Kyle: If anything, you set the standard for them. I’ll pick you up by noon.]]
The conversation ended there, leaving Cassandra with something to think about. She would now be preoccupied with impressing him, and Kyle knew it. While he would have liked to see her today, he decided to use the time productively.
Taking out his phone again, he prepared to make a call to the construction company Mr. Jones had recommended. It was time to draw up a detailed budget for the ambitious project he had in mind.
