The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 723

I was still thinking about it when Theo woke up.

He stroked my face. "I'm going to the meeting."

"Okay."

Theo stood up and smoothed out his clothes, asking slowly and elegantly, "Did you receive the info already?"

Keith did not keep anything from me and said straight away, "All the info has been sent to me. I’ll send them to your laptop during the meeting."

Theo's voice was cold and indifferent. "After the meeting, you'll tell Mason to temporarily hand over his current work to Zedd. He'll focus on this project for now."

"Yes."

Seeing that he was about to leave, I got up and said," Wait up."

I twitched my mouth. "Your tie is crooked.”

He smoothed out his clothes for nothing just now.

"Do it for me, then," Theo leaned over and said with a smile.

I looked helplessly at him and reached out to fix it for

him.

When I was done, I pushed him and said, "Go on now."

After he left, I lay on the sofa and planned to take a nap. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a commotion outside.

One of the voices sounded quite familiar, so I got up and walked out the door.

After opening the door, I poked my head out and looked to my left. I froze.

It was Serena. Not much time had passed since we last met, but she had changed drastically. She was no longer as delicate and beautiful. Her hair was loosely tied; her complexion was sallow; her countenance was haggard. However, she was clad in good-quality clothes, though they probably seemed cheap because she was not in good spirits.

Human beings had tempers, so did I.

I walked up to her and said indifferently, "With the qualifications you have, Ms. Zoel, you'll live a great life even if you don’t become a star. So why are you giving up on yourself? Do you know that you look less human now?"

She had the advantage of being young, beautiful, curvy, and educated. Even though her career as a celebrity had come to an end, there were other ways for her. She was not completely at her wit's end.

Serena was fueled with anger. "Stop being so full of yourself!"

"You can think of me in any way you want." I shrugged. "I'm advising you out of good intentions. Don't drive yourself to a dead end."

She gritted her teeth and viciously hissed, "You're nothing but a substitute, just like me. Do you think you're any better than me? When the woman he loves shows up, you'll be nothing."

After a pause, she continued, "Before you showed up, M r. Grant treated me as kindly as he treated you, but look at me now.”

It was useless to dwell on these matters. It was no longer meaningful to find out who the actual substitute was now.

The only reason why she would not let this matter drop was because she felt unfairly treated.