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.

from her. After this, she and the Foster family

follow her but hesitated at the last moment. Something flashed in her eyes

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

third dish, a loud slap echoed through the living room, followed by

still holding the

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

Foster, what are you

stairs, both

gift box onto

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 title

Clara's marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement. There had never

only given birth to a daughter, while the

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

Clara behind her back, saying it was only a matter of time before she lost her title

her a replica as a gift. Of course, she

fear. "Zach, I swear, I didn't! That was the gift you

the Foster residence. Wanting to impress, she had chosen what she

the broken emerald bracelet on the

been in Zach's safe-a rare piece he had won at an auction. There had been a matching tiara, and back then, he had told her he was saving them for their

had

one on the ground was

to Serena, suspicion flashing in his eyes. "Did you

taken aback. Before she could respond, Wendy had

me to Zach. I've always been so grateful to you! I don't mind sharing everything I have with you.

flared. "Zach, do you believe

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

clear-he

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

Zach's expression darkened.

voice broke

old man. Despite everything, she couldn't bring herself to go

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

always so thoughtful, Serena. You know exactly what

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