Chapter 298
After Wendy’s three trending scandals broke out, many of her fans flocked to Zachary’s TikTok account. Some begged him to help her, while others cussed him out.
After the incident, Wendy called Zachary repeatedly, but he didn’t answer a single call. So, she went to Gomez Group to find him, only to be stopped at the front desk.
Instead of getting Zachary’s help, she ended up seeing the long apology text he posted.
When Jodie called, Wendy was still arguing with the receptionist.
Her hair was a mess, and she was shouting at the top of her lungs, completely abandoning any pretense of elegance. “I’m your president’s girlfriend! Let me in!”
The receptionist’s expression remained indifferent. “I’m sorry, Ms. Cox. Mr. Gomez has instructed us not to let you in.”
Wendy exploded at that. “Bullshit! Zachary would never say that! Call him right now!”
The receptionist’s face remained blank. “Mr. Gomez specifically ordered that you not be allowed inside.”
That was when Jodie’s call came through.
Occupied, Wendy ignored the first call.
When it automatically ended, Jodie called again.
Wendy answered with a sharp tone of annoyance this time. “Hello? What do you want?”
“Wendy, did you see Zachary’s little essay online? I didn’t expect him to do that. But don’t be too upset-men are all the same.”
Wendy froze. “What essay? What are you talking about?”
Jodie gasped in mock surprise. “You haven’t checked TikTok, have you?”
“I’ve been busy,” Wendy snapped impatiently.
Jodie chuckled with a hint of schadenfreude in her voice. “Well, you should definitely take a look.”
After hanging up, Wendy opened up TikTok and saw Zachary’s trending post.
A bad feeling crept into her chest as she clicked into it.
Ten minutes later, she was falling apart at the seams.
Not only did Zachary admit that the leaked chat logs of Wendy being a homewrecker were real, but he also poured his heart out, apologizing to Tessa and begging for her forgiveness.
Jodie had only called to rub salt in her wounds. Wendy’s disgrace had spread throughout their entire social circle.
Staggering out of Gomez Group’s lobby, she looked like a ghost of her past self.
…
Stephen was seated on a couch at his base, his eyes deep and unreadable while his expression remained cold and impassive. “What’s the situation in Arcton?”
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Lawrence replied, “Our people have located where James is holding Ms. Seline. He didn’t take her back to his main base. She’s being held at a military facility in Ashbourne. The local police there have been colluding with James for the past two years.”
Stephen’s gaze turned icy, and his lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “I never
expected them to help us anyway.”
Lawrence said, “Julian is making his move tonight.”
By dawn the next morning, a light rain was falling from the sky.
It was early March, and the spring breeze was a brush, the fine drizzle its ink,
painting the world with the season’s vitality.
Rainy days were perfect for sleeping in.
But Tessa had been having trouble sleeping lately. As such, she was already
awake by a little past seven.
The morning air was chilly. Dressed in a pure white silk nightgown with a shawl draped over her shoulders, she stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the rain outside, lost in thought.
The drizzle tapped softly against the glass, and the air was damp with moisture.
Something about the weather stirred in her the urge to take a walk in the rain with an umbrella.
She changed into a light gray sweater and a pair of straight, light blue jeans without hesitation. As she made her way downstairs, she noticed a familiar car parked outside.
It was a black Bentley with a license plate consisting of five eights.
Stephen glanced up and saw Tessa standing in the rain with an umbrella, and for
a moment, he was stunned.
He hadn’t expected her to come outside so early.
He quickly pulled out an umbrella and stepped out of the car, walking toward her
in the rain.