“Both are good,” Wendy smiled at him. “Your abilities and your pillow talk are equally impressive.”
Chase headed downstairs for his rounds. Wendy, without him noticing, had already left the hospital. She touched up her lipstick in the car mirror, unable to wipe the smile off her face. She was very satisfied with how things were going. If they could just finalize their remarriage, everything would be perfect.
But…
Thinking of Henry, her expression darkened.
Henry was an extreme person. Back when he thought Chase was standing in his way, he had been willing to hurt himself just to frame Chase at the Quinn family’s old house.
Being targeted by someone like Henry usually didn’t end well.
She couldn’t afford to let Chase become a target.
The car started moving. As they pulled out of the hospital parking lot, Wendy spoke up. “Go to Stellar Hall.”
Stellar Hall was an exclusive private club, membership by invitation only. The first requirement to join was a net worth over ten million.
Every applicant’s assets had to be verified.
The staff at Stellar Hall were highly trained–they memorized all members‘ photos and could recognize their cars on sight to ensure the highest level of service.
When Wendy’s car pulled up, a valet immediately opened the door with practiced politeness.
“Madam Wendy.”
“Which room?” Wendy asked as she walked inside. The attendant waited by the door.
“Room III, madam. They’ve been waiting for about ten minutes.”
He led her down the hallway, then knocked once before stepping back.
Privacy was absolute at Stellar Hall. No one entered a room without being called.
Wendy pushed open the door. Inside the massive private suite, a woman sat at a laptop. “Was it really necessary to be so flashy?” Wendy said.
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for days. I finally shook them nearby. Using your name to get in threw them off. They’ll never guess we’re connected.”
Fiona lifted her head and smiled.
Seeing that Fiona was still busy, Wendy didn’t rush. Since there wasn’t much happening at the company today and Sammy could handle things, she ordered a pot of tea and sat nearby scrolling through her phone, occasionally chatting with Chase.
“Drinking tea now, old lady style?” he teased.
Wendy replied, “Chase says coffee’s bad for the stomach. I haven’t eaten yet, so tea it is.”
Fiona clucked her tongue. “You’re so in love now. Why did you even play hard to get before? Weren’t you the one head–over–heels from the start?”
She sat up straighter, staring at Wendy for a long time.
“You know, you and Henry are actually pretty similar. Both extreme. When you love, it’s all- consuming. When you stop loving, you want to destroy. You’re dangerous, woman.”
A knock interrupted them. The server brought in the tea Wendy loved.
But it didn’t stop there–one by one, more staff carried in tray after tray of dim sum: dumplings, pastries, everything you could think of. The table quickly filled, plates even stacking on top of each other.
Once the room was clear again, Wendy glared at Fiona, ready to punch her.
“Henry’s not feeding you at home or something?”
“I heard the tea snacks here are amazing. Couldn’t waste the trip,” Fiona said, stuffing a spare rib into her mouth. Besides, Henry’s been too busy to come home anyway. Oh right–did you see? Henry’s caught up in a new scandal.”
Wendy hadn’t paid much attention, but she had heard.
Henry had taken over the Harrison family’s entertainment company and had been swamped. Scandals were par for the course. Wendy only knew because Henry had personally called to explain.
“Entertainment industry is a mess,” Fiona said. “But the actress involved with Henry is pretty popular right now–two big dramas airing at once. I even watched a few episodes. She’s good.”
Henry’s call had been an attempt to soothe Wendy, telling her not to be angry about the gossip.
Wendy had found it laughable.
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The media even dragged Wendy’s past with Henry into it, painting a picture to help “clear up misunderstandings.”
In reality, the whole scandal was a move to reframe Henry’s personal image–using Wendy as part of the story.
It only made Wendy even more disgusted.
“Found him,” Fiona said, after polishing off her second plate of dumplings. She pushed the laptop forward and sighed. “You owe me big for this. The guy Waylon’s after is seriously good with IT- he covered his tracks almost perfectly.”
It had taken her two days to track him down.
Speak of the devil-
A knock came at the door. Waylon walked in, dressed in a plain white T–shirt and jeans.
Fiona gave him a once–over.
“I mean, seriously, Waylon? Heir to the Fred family, captain of the Major Crimes Unit, and you show up dressed like that? Your entire outfit probably cost less than a hundred bucks.”
Waylon frowned, clearly in no mood for jokes.
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