Chapter 29
“Ahhh!”
Jessica’s scream made Stanley slam the brakes, bringing the Rolls–Royce to a sudden halt.
Jessica gasped for breath, terrified out of her wits. “Stanley, why were you driving so fast?”
Stanley’s face remained cold and dark. He glanced up, noticing that the Lamborghini, which had nearly caught up with them, had already zoomed past while he was stopping.
Stanley pressed his lips together. “Are you hurt?”
Jessica shook her head. “I’m fine.”
She then muttered, “I can’t believe Wendy’s caught Nathan’s eye. Did you see how she was dancing in the club? I mean, she grew
up in the countryside, dropped out of school at 16, and learned all these tricks to seduce men. She’s completely lost herself–so
shameless, so self–destructive!”
Stanley’s gaze grew cold as the image of Wendy’s soft, seductive movements in the club flashed through his mind. Jessica wasn’t
wrong–Wendy had indeed learned all those seductive techniques. Even Nathan, who was usually so hard to impress, had been
captivated by her.
“Stanley, have you divorced Wendy yet?” Jessica asked.
“Not yet.”
Jessica was taken aback. “Why? Weren’t you supposed to get divorced today?”
She had assumed they had already finalized it.
“Grandma really likes Wendy. For the sake of her health, we’ve decided to temporarily put the divorce on hold,” Stanley replied.
Was Glinda involved?
Jessica knew Glinda disapproved of her. Glinda liked Wendy and was
tion du’s biggest su
A sense of deep unease gripped Jessica. As long as Glinda was around, it seemed like Stanley would never divorce Wendy, and she
Jessica’s frustration grew. “Stanley, why do you always listen to your grandmother? What about me? I’m getting older! A woman’s youth is the most valuable thing. How long do you expect me to wait?”
Stanley glanced at her with a cold, indifferent expression. “If you had wanted it three years ago, you could have been Mrs. Hawk by now. What does Wendy have to do with it now?”
Jessica was speechless, her frustration boiling over. She had been hit where it hurt most.
But she was clever. In an instant, she softened her posture, leaning seductively against him and reaching for his neck. “Stanley, I’m sorry. I just want to marry you so much. Don’t you want to marry me?”
Her soft words seemed to have no effect on Stanley. He gently removed her hand, his interest clearly waning “I’ll take you home
Jessica had no choice but to sit back, her eyes darkening with spite. She didn’t like waiting. She liked to take action. She had to
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