Zendaya was able to walk, but it wasn't a pleasant sight. That's why she chose to sit in a wheelchair and play the role of eye candy. Naturally, Mallory was tasked with pushing her around. "You seem quite pleased, don't you?" Zendaya asked.

"What should I be pleased about? That you disrupted my peaceful evening by dragging me to this event or that I have to push your wheelchair?" Mallory replied. She loved annoying Zendaya with passive- aggressive remarks that drove her crazy.

Envy flashed in Zendaya's eyes as she looked at Mallory. Suddenly, she leisurely said, "How long do you think you can manipulate others with your sex appeal?"

Just as Mallory was about to respond, Zendaya suddenly pushed off the ground with her intact left leg. The wheelchair slipped from Mallory's grasp and shot straight down the slope.

"Help! Save me!" Zendaya screamed, looking like a butterfly plunging from the sky. All eyes turned to Mallory.

Their mother pushed her way through the crowd and slapped Mallory hard.

Mallory didn't flinch, nor did she offer any explanation. She simply looked at Zendaya, who was surrounded by doctors, with pity. Her gaze only served to enhance Zendaya's portrayal of being the wronged party.

Calvin wasn't too far away. He furrowed his brows at the scene, and his voice was icy as he said, "Come with me."

back to her as he unbuttoned his cuff with one hand, and the phone screen on the table was still lit. She caught

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his breathing next to her ear as he curtly asked,

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her face back toward him and pried open her mouth with his fingers. Her pale lips instantly regained their color, and saliva trickled from the corners of her

in frustration, "No brother-in-law would treat

you call me?" he

"Brother-in-law!"

as his hand glided up her delicate

her back and pinned her down on the sofa, fixing his gaze on her lips. "Tell me. Am I the stubborn one, or is it you?" Not wanting to admit defeat,

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