Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 264

The crowd erupted instantly, voices overlapping in excitement.

"As expected of Mr. Larson—ten million in one go!"

"This is the first time I've seen Mr. Larson being so generous because of a woman. What kind of charm does Ms. Jansen have?"

"Why so bitter? I think they're a perfect match—handsome and beautiful. Mr. Larson clearly has good taste."

Countless socialites and wealthy ladies fixed their eyes on Serena, eager to see what kind of woman could tame the cold-faced tyrant of the business world.

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In the shadows of the hall, Wendy clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms until crescent-shaped wounds bled freely.

She listened as everyone around her sang praises for Serena and Hugh, her eyes burning with jealousy.

So, she was the real Mrs. Larson all along—the thought hit her like a slap.

She had actually gone to complain to Mrs. Larson about her own husband.

Had Serena been mocking her all along? Had she always seen Wendy as nothing more than a ridiculous clown?

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Not far away, Zach walked over, his steps heavy with defeat. The waves of well-wishes for Serena felt like knives slicing into his heart.

He just wanted to get out of there.

"Wendy, let's go."

"Mm." Lacking her usual enthusiasm, Wendy followed him, both of them silently retreating from the lavish ballroom.

Just before the grand doors shut behind them, Wendy caught a final glimpse—Serena, dressed in an exquisite gown, standing beside Hugh as he led her onto the stage to announce their donation.

Under the spotlight, she was dazzling. Was she only ever meant to look up at her from below?

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Inside the car, Wendy flung herself into the leather seat, rolling down the window as the rushing wind whipped her hair into disarray.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Zach's silent rage—his foot pressing harder and harder against the accelerator.

Why? Why was it Serena and Hugh in the end? Not Serena and him.

The questions swarmed his mind, pressing down like a heavy tide, swelling, expanding—until his head was on the verge of bursting.

Through it all, Wendy's voice droned on beside him.

"I don't know if she wanted his money, his power, or if she just always dreamed of being Mrs. Larson. Maybe she only ran to Hugh because you never gave her a proper title. Some women are just gold diggers like that—"

The car skidded to a violent stop.

Wendy nearly flew forward, barely catching the seatbelt in time. Her heart hammered as she turned to look at Zach's face. His eyes were cold.

"So, you think this is my fault too?" His voice was low, dangerous.

"You think it's because I didn't give Rena a title that she went running into another man's arms? So all these years—everything between us—was worth less than Hugh's money and power?"

Wendy's breath hitched.

For a moment, she was startled by the fury in his eyes. She wanted to explain, but her own resentment was boiling over.