She initially ignored it, assuming it was a telemarketer or another one of Wesley’s associates trying to harass her into signing more waivers. However, the phone rang a second time, and then a third, until her curiosity finally overrode her exhaustion.
“Am I speaking with Mrs. Cassandra Miller, formerly known as Cassandra Fischer?” an elegant male voice asked with a distinct, sophisticated accent. Cassie sat up straight on the lumpy mattress and gripped the phone tighter against her ear.
“This is Cassie, but if you are trying to sell me something, I really don’t have the money or the patience for it right now,” she replied bluntly. “My name is Hans Schmidt, and I am calling you from a private wealth management firm based in Zurich,” the man explained calmly.
He told her that his office had been attempting to locate her for several months but had been repeatedly blocked by the staff at the Rhodes estate. “Every piece of legal correspondence we sent to your home in Philadelphia was intercepted and destroyed by Mr. Rhodes’ personal assistants,” Hans revealed.