Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 363

If Serena were to dry her own hair, she'd have been done five minutes ago. But somehow, it was taking even longer with Hugh's help.

She kept her head down, not daring to say a word—unaware that Hugh's eyes were overflowing with warmth and tenderness behind her.

…

"Why didn't anyone tell me sooner?"

"Serena's birthday party? At a bar? And Cole still went? That's his aunt for god's sake! Hugh didn't even show up, so why the hell did he go?"

Sarah was hysterical as she clutched the sleeve of one of Cole's secretaries.

The homemade lunch she brought—carefully prepared, lovingly packed—lay scattered on the ground.

She had thought Cole was working late again, like always. So she brought him something a bit of comfort to break the grind.

But Cole wasn't there. Just his secretaries, working overtime in his place.

And when she asked where he'd gone, it broke her.

Serena again! No matter what she did, men flocked to her like dogs wagging their tails.

The secretaries flinched at Sarah's outburst, but they'd seen worse. They were used to the chaos that followed Cole's love life.

Without hesitation, one of them pulled her hand away and snapped. "Why are you taking it out on us? Mr. Cole has women lined up around the block.

"If you think you're special, go ahead—tie him to your belt. If not, get out of here. This is an office, not a random street for you to throw tantrums."

Security was called, and Sarah was thrown out without ceremony.

With eyes blazing with jealousy, Sarah stormed straight to the bar. When she found out Serena was changing in the staff room, she made a beeline for it.

"Changing? Please. You're just here to steal someone else's man! Wait till I film this and send it to Hugh. Forget about being Mrs. Larson!"

With her phone in hand, Serena kicked open the last door.

The dim light revealed a jarring scene. Cole stood shirtless, overflowing with impatience as he tossed a bank card onto the table.

Sarah lunged forward and yanked Wendy off the couch.

Then came the sound of a heel snapping down—the bank card on the table shattered beneath Sarah's high heel. Her eyes burned red as she took in the sight.

Wendy, now collapsed on the floor, had her body covered in a canvas of bruises in shades of red, white, and purple. There were even Cole's fingerprint marks on her waist.

"You slut! You swore you wanted to work with me and that Zach was the only one you wanted! I can't believe you turned around and crawled into Cole's bed!

"I can't kill Serena or get rid of Cole's secretaries. But you? I can destroy you!" Sarah launched into a frenzy, beating Wendy without mercy.

Wendy, barely recovering from her asthma and already weak from what Cole had put her through, had no strength left.

As she was pinned to the floor, she couldn't fight back. Her breath began to vanish. The light above her blurred like static on a broken TV screen, and colors swirled around her like a broken carousel.

Her body arched violently as she gasped for air, but her windpipe felt torn.

She was dying.