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.

her. After this, she and the Foster

her but hesitated at the last moment. Something flashed in her eyes as she reconsidered her next

the future Mrs. Foster. A place like the kitchen, meant for maids,

sautéing the third dish, a loud

out, still holding the spatula, to see what

was faster. Zach had bolted down the stairs and was already holding Wendy in his

Foster, what are

down the stairs, both of them looking

gift box onto the

dinner, and I welcomed her. But tell me, what is the meaning of giving me a fake bracelet? Is she mocking me, implying I don't deserve my

and Clara's marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement. There had never been much love between

matters worse, she had only given birth to a daughter, while

had taken over Foster Group and secured his

back, saying it was only a matter of

her by bringing her a replica as a gift. Of course,

slap, trembled in Zach's arms, her body racked with fear. "Zach, I swear, I didn't! That was the gift you gave me! I picked the most expensive one. How could it be

to impress, she had chosen what she thought was the best piece from her jewelry box, hoping to win Clara's

at the broken emerald

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

he had given it to

on the ground was

suspicion flashing in his eyes. "Did

Before she could respond,

you! I don't mind sharing everything I have with

do you

he gently patted Wendy's back. "Enough," he

was clear-he believed

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

Zach's expression darkened.

with me." Neal's voice

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

maids quickly brought out the food. Every dish Serena had cooked was placed right in front of

Serena. You know exactly

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