Stanley had seen everything from the balcony carlier. He watched as Nathan gave Wendy the limited\u2013edition Chanel bag, only for her to refuse it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy turned to face him. \u201cDid you tell Nathan that I liked bags?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley raised an eyebrow, his sharp features still carrying that confident air. \u201cDon\u2019t you? I remember you liking them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy smirked, her red lips curling into a playful line. \u201cI don\u2019t like bags. I like more expensive things, like diamond necklaces. Next time, have Nathan get me one of those.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s expression darkened for a moment, the mood turning tense. The conversation quickly came to an end.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He cleared his throat and shifted the topic. \u201cWhat kind of photo did George send you today?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy had initially planned to tell him about the photo and George, but she changed her mind. She responded calmly, \u201cJust a childhood picture he took of me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid George-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley seemed like he was about to ask more, but Wendy cut him off. \u201cMr. Hawk, are you free? If you have time, maybe you should focus on learning how to have children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The mention of her past words about him being \u201ctoo tired to perform\u201d made Stanley\u2019s mood shift. His gaze became cold and distant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow I have children is none of your concern. Don\u2019t worry about it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving Wendy alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She stared after him, her mind spinning. His having children had nothing to do with her\u2013it only had to do with Jessica.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face grew pale, and after a moment of collecting herself, she left the room and headed out to find George.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy arrived at the nightclub, the place where George had been spending his days and nights indulging in excess.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the luxurious VIP room, George was lounging on the couch, surrounded by two beautiful women. They recognized Wendy immediately. \u201cWell, look who\u2019s here again. You\u2019re not here to cause trouble again, are you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
George looked at Wendy\u2019s fair, delicate face and chuckled, his mood lifting. \u201cDon\u2019t worry! This time she\u2019s here to give me money to spend.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy wasn\u2019t surprised by George\u2019s calm reaction\u2013she knew he\u2019d expect her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a cold expression, she gave the two women a sharp glance. \u201cLeave. Now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The women, reluctant to go, clung to George\u2019s side. \u201cWe want to stay with George.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
B\u00fat George, suddenly uninterested, waved them off. \u201cGo, go. I\u2019ve got company now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The women left with noticeable displeasure. After all, George was a big spender.\u00a0<\/p>\n
George turned to Wendy with a grin. \u201cSo, where\u2019s my money?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy pulled out a check and handed it to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 BONUS\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 87\u00a0<\/p>\n
George took one look at the endless zeros on the check, and his eyes lit up with greed. He\u2019d never seen so much money in his life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was rich now. He was a millionaire!\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWendy, you\u2019re something else. Who would\u2019ve thought that after marrying Stanley, you could get 100 million so easily?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough talk. We agreed on a transaction\u2013money for the photo. Where\u2019s the negative?\u201d Wendy demanded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
George gestured lazily toward the counter in the corner of the room, where a box sat. \u201cIt\u2019s in there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy walked over and opened the box to find the negative inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before she could do anything, a heavy blow struck the back of her neck. The sudden pain made her vision go black, and she collapsed onto the carpet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
George walked over with the check in hand, his greedy eyes fixed on her. \u201cWendy, I want the money, and I want\u00a0<\/p>\n
you.\u00a0<\/p>\n
You\u2019ll be with me from now on.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His laugh echoed in the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy closed her eyes, everything fading to darkness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Stanley sat in his study, reviewing documents. Just then, Zayn hurried into the room, his voice low as he reported, \u201cMr. Hawk, we\u2019ve found out why George went to prison.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lateefa Khanam is a contemporary romance author celebrated for her emotionally rich storytelling and unforgettable characters. Blending passion with heart-felt realism, her novels often explore themes of second chances, unspoken desires, and the quiet strength of love that grows through struggle.<\/p>\n
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