Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

People born into wealth could easily spot the lack of refinement in Wendy, no matter how hard she tried to please them. It was useless.

Clara didn't like Serena, so she certainly wouldn't like Wendy either.

The moment Serena walked in, Clara immediately redirected her frustration. "What a fool. Can't even keep your man in check, letting some vixen waltz right in."

Zach instinctively shielded Wendy behind him, his voice cold and firm. "Wendy is not a vixen. She's my friend. Please mind your words."

Serena recalled the first time she had come to the Foster residence. Before they had even stepped through the doors, Zach had repeatedly warned her to avoid conflict with his family and to think about the future.

It made sense back then. He was just an illegitimate son who had been reluctantly acknowledged.

But now, he was the undeniable heir of the Foster family. He had the power to protect whoever he wanted.

Wendy's fingers clutched Zach's hand tightly, her eyes filled with admiration and awe-like she was looking at a god.

"Zach, I'm sorry for causing trouble."

Zach felt a deep sense of satisfaction at her words, but when he turned his gaze toward Serena, all he saw was her calm, unreadable expression.

He had spoiled her too much, letting her grow willful and stubborn. She never backed down or compromised.

Whenever she was upset, she would put on that cold, unreadable expression and shut him out completely. She wouldn't let it go until she got her way.

But this wasn't the place for her to throw a tantrum. He couldn't just let her do as she pleased.

"Rena, stay here with Wendy for a bit. I'll be right back."

Pulling his hand from Wendy's grasp, Zach turned and headed upstairs to the study.

Clara sat on the couch with an air of elegance, but her eyes were filled with scorn.

"Serena, I really underestimated you. You must have remarkable patience to endure all this just to marry Zach and be a part of the Foster family."

Serena had no interest in wasting her breath. "You must be joking, Mrs. Foster. I'll go make something for Mr. Foster Senior."

She rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

gesture of gratitude from her. After this, she and the Foster

moment.

Mrs. Foster. A place like the

was sautéing the third dish, a loud slap echoed

the spatula,

bolted down the stairs and was already holding Wendy

what are

stairs,

a gift box onto the

be your biological mother, but I am still your elder. You brought a guest home for dinner, and I welcomed her. But tell me, what is the meaning of giving me a fake bracelet? Is she mocking me, implying

business arrangement. There had never been

to a daughter, while the mistress he kept on

himself. He had taken over Foster Group and secured his position

it was only a

now, Wendy had dared to insult her by bringing her a replica as a gift. Of

racked with fear. "Zach, I swear, I didn't! That was the

when Zach invited her to the Foster residence. Wanting to impress, she had chosen what she thought was the best piece from her jewelry box, hoping to

glanced at the broken emerald bracelet on the

It had been in Zach's safe-a rare piece he had won at an auction. There had been a matching

somehow, he had given

one on the ground was

Serena, suspicion flashing in his eyes.

could respond, Wendy had already burst into

paid for my college tuition. You introduced me to Zach. I've always been so grateful to you! I don't mind sharing everything I have with you. If you liked the bracelet, you could have just taken it... Why

"Zach, do you believe I did

gently patted Wendy's back. "Enough," he said to Serena. "Grandpa is hungry.

was clear-he

out a bitter laugh. "Then call the police. This bracelet is expensive

Zach's expression darkened.

with me." Neal's voice broke the tension

the frail old man. Despite everything, she couldn't bring herself to go against him. Quietly, she walked

Serena had cooked was placed right in front

thoughtful, Serena. You

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