NovelGoldMy Dad Please C107 2/2 Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Jessica actually invited Wendy for coffee.
Wendy didn't respond immediately, but Jessica raised an eyebrow and smiled. "What's the matter, Wendy? Are you scared? You've been winning lately, riding high on your victories. Are you afraid of me?" Wendy curved her lips into a small smile and replied, "I'll see you soon." She hung up the phone and got ready to leave.
Just then, her phone pinged. It was a message from Cyril Lincoln, which was an operation plan.
Cyril wrote, [Ms. Crone, this is a difficult surgery I encountered last week. When you have time, could you guidethrough it?] Cyril was the dean of Clavendale University and also one of her students. Trish, who cfrom the suniversity, was one of Cyril's favorites.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was thanks to Cyril's strong recommendation, Trish becher assistant.
So, in a way, Cyril and Trish were all her disciples.
Wendy replied, [Okay.] Half an hour later, Wendy arrived at the café and immediately spotted Jessica.
Rather than sitting and waiting, Jessica stood on the stairs to greet her.
Wendy made her way up the stairs. "Jessica, I don't think our relationship is quite at the level where we can share a cup of coffee. If you have something to say, just say it." Jessica was standing confidently in her crystal heels, wearing a red spaghetti- strap dress that highlighted her status as a lead dancer. "Wendy, congratulations. You won the press conference." "Thanks," Wendy replied calmly.
"But what does it matter? Winning doesn't mean you can have Stanley, does it?" Wendy looked up at Jessica but said nothing more. "So?" "So.." Jessica, noticing something in the corner of her eye, glanced toward the café's entrance. The door had just opened, and a tall, handsfigure walked in.
Jessica walked to the edge of the stairs, lowering her voice as she smiled at Wendy. "Wendy, I'm afraid you might get too cocky, so now I'm going to knock you down a peg.
11 Before Wendy could react, Jessica grabbed her sleeve while crying out, "No! Ah!" before tumbli. own the stairs. Wendy's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure what kind of gJessica was playing, but this time, she was playing it dangerously.
A deep, cold voice echoed through the space. "Jessica!" Wendy looked up, and there he was-Stanley.
1/2 Chapter 107 Stanley had arrived.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWendy immediately understood what Jessica was up to.
Stanley had just walked in and saw Jessica tumbling down the stairs. He rushed forward with urgency. "Jessica! Jessica!" Wendy slowly descended the stairs and said coolly, "Stanley, she's playing the strick again. Can you seriously not tell she fell on her own?"
Jessica, grimacing in pain as sweat beaded on her forehead sobbed, "Stanley, my legs... They hurt som much..." Stanley glanced down, noticing that his hands had becwarm and sticky. Looking closer, he saw blood. Jessica's legs were badly injured, and blood was flowing in a large, heavy stream. Without sparing a glance for Wendy, Stanley immediately scooped Jessica up in his arms before heading for the exit.
Wendy called after him, "Stanley, don't let her fool you!"
Stanley slowly turned his head, his cold, sharp eyes locking with hers "Wendy how can you SO heartless? Jessica is a dancer. Her legs are everything. Now they're hurt!" With that, Stanley walked away, carrying Jessica.
Wendy stood frozen in place, feeling a mix of disbelief and anger. Hem called her heartless it wasn't like she'd pushed Jessica. She had fallen on her own. The truth was clear-he couldn't stand seeing Jessica hurt. She was the lead dancer in ballet, and Stanley couldn't hide the fact that he was deeply concerned for her. He was absolutely devastated.
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