Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 342

"A scammer? Do you think you're any better than me?"

Kade clutched her clothes to her chest, barely managing to cover herself. Years of violin training and fitness gave her the strength to twist around and took down Wendy, who was too weak to fight back.

She then calmly pulled her clothes back on.

Kade coldly glanced down at Wendy.

"You're so pathetic. Do you think you're Mr. Foster's wife? You're just a rich man's plaything! If it weren't for Serena and Ruth screwing me over in the industry, do you think I'd even waste my time throwing myself at Zach? You're pathetic for treating him like he's some treasure!

"Serena lives on the top floor at Crestview Bay, drives a Cullinan, and runs her own company. Do you think anything she tosses away is worth keeping? We're just rich men's playthings, sleeping with men for money or power. None of us are better than the other."

By the end of it, Kade's tone had spiraled into bitter resignation. She grabbed the bank card Zach had left behind and kicked Wendy hard.

"Let me give you a word of advice. If you wanna last as his little lover, you better know your place. If you hadn't messed things up and Zach hadn't already paid me, I would've slept with him right in front of you."

With that, she picked up her violin and walked out without a second glance.

But the moment she stepped into the hallway, her anger surged again. Wendy had seen everything. Her fists clenched, almost crushing the card in her hand.

It was always these women. They were the ones who'd ruined her perfect life.

Back in the room, Wendy slowly got up from the floor. She steadied her breath and clenched her fists tight.

"Serena… It's Serena again! Why is everything related to her? If she hadn't ruined Kade, Kade wouldn't have come after Zach. No, maybe this was her plan all along. She knows how much I love Zach, so she sent Kade to screw with me."

She lifted her head up, eyes burning with hatred.

Yesterday, when Serena took Snuggle to the pet hospital for a follow-up, the vet had mentioned that Snuggle was an outgoing one. She could try walking her like a dog sometimes.

Today's sunshine was just right.

"Alright. Let's go stretch our legs."

She carefully scooped Snuggle up, slipped on the harness, and took him out for a stroll through the neighborhood.

They'd just stepped past the fountain and entered the garden path when Wendy appeared from around the corner.

Snuggle arched his back, ears standing straight up. He let out a low, warning growl toward Wendy.

Wendy sneered. "Only a motherless bastard like you would raise a worthless mongrel."