Eleanor smiled. "How much did you pay Mr. Cross for assistant duty, Cassandra? Also two hundred?"
The word "also" froze Cassandra's smile in place.
She gripped Julian's arm tighter. "Julian, why would she say that about you? Since when are you cheap?"
"He only pulls two hundred as a designated driver, apparently." Eleanor let that drop, deliberate.
Reading Cassandra's reaction, Eleanor confirmed she had no idea Julian had driven her home that night.
She still wanted this divorce, no question.
But that didn't stop her from enjoying the c***k in Cassandra's composure.
Cassandra shot a pointed, curious look at Julian clearly fishing for context on this two-hundred-dollar thing.
Julian's eyes, though, hadn't left Eleanor's face.
"Driving her wasn't the only two hundred I earned. The o
