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“Got it.”
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While Wendy was gone, Sammy mentioned, “Waylon stopped by this afternoon. Didn’t ask to see
you.
Sammy knew who Waylon really was–and she also knew Wendy had met him privately once.
Wendy paused in her steps and turned to look at her.
Sammy added, “He didn’t say anything, but Maggie told me he left right after she mentioned you’d be in meetings all-afternoon. My guess is, he came to see you.”
Why would Waylon come find her?
Other than the time they crossed paths at the restaurant, they hadn’t met privately. Even at the Rose Manor, it was just a fleeting encounter.
Wendy’s eyes shifted, a guess forming in her mind.
“Understood. You can get off now.”
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She didn’t have Waylon’s number. If she wanted to reach him, she’d have to go through Chase.
On the way home, she stopped to buy some of her mother’s favorite desserts. The thought of going home made her feel surprisingly light.
She used to resent Chase for borrowing money from her mom. Only later did she learn he never actually used any of it. In fact, before he planned to leave, he returned every last cent.
Even if Chase had used it, she realized now–it wouldn’t have mattered.
Her words back then had been cruel. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted them.
She’d make it up to him from now on.
She’d never say something like that to hurt someone she loved again.
Just as she was about to pull up to the house, her phone rang. The central screen displayed Henry’s name. She braked hard and pulled over to the side of the road.
“Wendy, I made your favorite dishes. Want to come eat?” Henry’s voice was upbeat.
Wendy rested her forehead on the steering wheel, clearly annoyed, though her tone remained polite.
“My mom asked me to come home.”
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Chase had just used Madam Mandy against him earlier that day. Now, hearing her name again, Henry’s voice turned sharp with resentment.
After a pause, Henry finally let out a laugh. “I see. Well, go ahead and keep your mom company. Maybe I’ll come with you next time. I’ve never formally paid my respects–seems pretty rude of me. Especially after what happened last time… I’m sure she was shaken.”
He deliberately brought up the time Chase stabbed him.
“Mm. I’m hanging up.”
Wendy was eager to see Chase. She had no patience for Henry. But she was curious–what had put him in such a good mood?
The partnership between Quinn Group and Harrison Entertainment wasn’t finalized, and Henry still hadn’t landed a suitable celebrity for the endorsement.
Just as she entered the house, she glanced at a message from Zynn–and instantly understood Henry’s excitement.
So the Harrison parents‘ disappointment in Henry had all been an act.
Right after Henry came to discuss business with her, the Harrison family transferred one of their top–tier male celebrities to Henry’s company–obviously backing him. They were trying to inflate Henry’s status by giving him star power.
Henry hadn’t been happy about only being offered Quinn Group’s lower–end jewelry line. He didn’t dare show it too plainly, but he clearly wanted a higher price.
Zynn: “The artist transferred to him is Franklin–an A–list actor whose recent films and TV shows have all been huge hits. He’s one of the hottest names in the industry right now, and the most. valuable male artist the Harrison family has.”
Wendy handed the dessert box to the butler and lowered her head to reply to the message.
“I’m back.”
Chase was still in the clothes he wore during the day, sleeves rolled up–it looked like he’d been helping in the kitchen.
Just like always, Wendy lowered her head to respond to messages and handed her coat to Chase. It was so routine, so natural, that Chase’s chest clenched. But the very next second, Wendy leaned over and kissed him on the check.
“Why’d you decide to come eat at home tonight?”
Chase’s frustration disappeared instantly.
It was different now. Wendy wasn’t cold anymore. Compared to her work, she seemed to care more about him.
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a while, I’d beat him to it,” Chase said, his tone teasing. This was the first time he openly mentioned Henry to her–a direct challenge.
He was testing her heart.
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Wendy replied, “He’s not coming. She tugged Chase inside. “My mom never liked him. Not a chance.”
They walked to the living room, where a cat was sprawled across the couch. Wendy frowned. She had no love for animals. Ever since she took over Quinn Group, she could barely take care of herself–let alone a clingy, delicate creature like a pet. She had almost lost her husband, after all.
“When did we get a cat?” she asked, frowning.
Madam Mandy came downstairs.
At home, she was dressed comfortably–silk pajamas, no jewelry, her hair loosely pinned up. The usual chill in her expression had softened considerably.
“You don’t come home, and I’m not allowed a pet for company?” she said, sitting at the head of the table. “The place is too quiet. Not even a trace of warmth.”
Traditionally, when they came to the old house, Madam Mandy sat at the head. Wendy and Chase always sat across from each other.
But tonight, Chase had barely sat beside Madam Mandy when Wendy slid into the seat next to him–and even took the half cup of tea from his hands to sip from.
Seeing that, and the flicker of affection reappear in Chase’s eyes, Madam Mandy couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips.
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