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.

a small gesture of gratitude from her. After this, she and the Foster family would have nothing to do

moment. Something flashed in

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

was sautéing the third dish, a loud slap

out, still holding the

faster. Zach had bolted down the stairs

Foster, what are you

the stairs, both of them looking

tossed a gift box onto

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

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

while the mistress he

taken over Foster

her back, saying it was only a

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

"Zach, I swear, I

her to the Foster residence. Wanting to impress, she had chosen what she thought was the best piece from her jewelry

at the broken

had seen the real one before. It had 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

had given

the one on the

flashing in his eyes. "Did you touch Wendy's jewelry

Before she could

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

do you believe

back. "Enough," he said to Serena. "Grandpa

was clear-he believed

call the police. This bracelet is expensive enough to open

Zach's expression darkened.

me." Neal's voice broke

everything, she couldn't bring herself

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

thoughtful, Serena. You

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