It had a new mommy and daddy now.
Upon arrival at the villa, the dog hopped out of the car, boldly inspecting its new residence.
Joey chuckled resignedly. “You certainly make yourself at home.”
He proceeded to carry the dog to the shower, not daring to entrust Wesley with the task of bathing it, as the dog’s life would surely be in peril.
Sandra had been jesting earlier and would not coerce Wesley into performing tasks he disliked.
After alighting from the car, Wesley stood still, repeatedly caressing the car’s bonnet.
Sandra understood he was reminiscing about his old companion in battle.
“I’ll be upstairs,” she said.
Sandra took a shower and treated the injuries on her body.
Afterward, she noticed her phone buzzing incessantly.
It was Angela.
Unable to swallow her pride, Angela was tempted to pick another fight.
Sandra, unwilling to indulge Angela’s petulance, hung up.
However, Angela persisted, calling repeatedly.
Finally, Sandra gave in and answered the call.
“Sandra, don’t be so smug,” Angela began.
Sandra’s reply dripped with amusement. “Hearing your rage makes me smugger. What should I do about that?”
Even through the phone, Angela’s teeth-grinding rage was audible. “Sandra!”
Angela inhaled deeply, her tone laced with ferocity.
“You think you already won Wesley’s favor?”
Sandra scoffed.
“I did not.”
“All you did was win him a car. How dare you be so impolite to my mom?”
Sandra smiled.
“You seem to have consistently misunderstood me. I’ve never been inclined to be polite to Debra.”
Taken aback, Angela protested,
“Anyway, don’t assume you’ve held a position in the family. For Wesley, you’re merely an understudy.”
This revelation piqued Sandra’s interest.
“You’ve never noticed?” Angela taunted. “Wesley always wears a beaded bracelet on his wrist.”
Sandra yawned. “I have no interest in riddles. Speak plainly, or I’ll end the call.”
Angela laughed. “It seems you’re afraid to hear the truth.”
“That bracelet was a gift from a woman. He’s worn it ever since.”
“Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention,” Angela added,
“That car you won tonight-it was a gift from that same woman.”
“How does it feel?” she queried.
“The car you won at such a cost is a token of Wesley’s affection for another.”
“Are you ready to cry now?”
Sandra disconnected the call, frustrated by wasting time for nothing.
Lifting her gaze, she noticed the bedroom door opening.
Fresh from his bath, Wesley witnessed her evident irritation.
Approaching, he presented her with an apple.
“Thank you for today,” he said.
Sandra bit into the apple, her mood slightly brightening.
“No need for gratitude,” she responded. “After all, I have many favors to ask of you in the future.”
Wesley wasn’t surprised. “I’m at your disposal.”
With that, he lay down on the bed.
Sandra blinked. “Are you going to sleep now? Let’s chat a bit.”
Wesley, hands folded on his abdomen, suggested, “We can chat while lying down together.”
Sandra knew he had no improper intentions, but she still blushed.
She returned to her own bed. “Forget it, let’s sleep.”
The following day,
Sandra could no longer slack off at work.
The entire technical department observed her as though she were a rare creature.
They glanced at her intermittently and compared her with the videos online.
“Sandra, I can’t believe that it was really you!” someone said, holding up a video of the race.
Sandra responded, “You should test your eyesight then.”
“Sandra, that prize money was quite substantial,” her colleague remarked.
Substantial?
She had only taken the car.
Joey said nothing about the sum, so it couldn’t have been that substantial.
“Sandra, I have a question.”
“Was it Jagger who taught you to race?”
“Or was it you who taught Jagger to race?”
Sandra replied with sincere conviction, “I’ll give you two no’s.”
Her racing skills weren’t so bad that she needed to be taught by Jagger.
She had to fight for her reputation.
Meanwhile, Sandra’s phone rang again.
It was Rebecca.
Sandra had saved her dad, and Rebecca frequently updated Sandra about his health condition.
Oliver had made a full recovery and was due to be discharged from the hospital.
Sandra answered the call.
“Is this Sandra?”
The voice on the other end was unfamiliar, not Rebecca’s.
“Sandra, please hang up!”
Sobs followed, unmistakably Rebecca’s.
Rebecca must have been kidnapped.
Sandra walked out of the office.
“Who are you?” she inquired.
The caller demanded that she come to Glory Hospital immediately to save Rebecca’s life.
Sandra’s eyes flashed with cold fury.
Rebecca had been a comforting presence during her secluded life.
Rebecca was a nice girl and should be under her protection.
Now, someone dared to use Rebecca to coerce her?
Sandra ended the call.
“Mr. Cooper,” Joey called out, his expression serious.
The Design Department had been swamped with work due to orders from two major clients.
Even Wesley had been busy working on a contract when Joey entered his office.
“What?” Wesley asked without looking up.
Joey gasped for air, clearly with urgent news to share.
“Mrs. Cooper has left the company,” Joey informed him, checking the car’s GPS, which showed she was en route to Glory Hospital.
Wesley paused in his movements.
Joey added, “Earl is also hospitalized there.”
Earl had not been punished enough last night, and now Sandra was seeking to confront him?
The Black family was not to be trifled with.
This might not end with an unscathed departure.
Wesley’s face darkened. “Prepare the car.”
Joey swiftly departed the company with Wesley.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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