Game Over No Second Chances

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Chapter 113

The public lounge outside the venue was a quiet terrace, sparsely populated with only the night breeze and the bartender.

"Would you like a drink?"

The bartender skillfully juggled a glass while adding some ice cubes and whiskey, with droplets of water flying out like sparks.

Serena leaned lazily against the glass railing and raised a finger. "I don't want to get drunk, so I'll just have a glass of orange juice."

"As you wish," the bartender replied, maintaining a gentle smile.

The bright orange fruit landed in his hands, tumbling and spinning before being squeezed into the juicer.

Serena was idly wondering if all bartenders liked to show off their tricks when Wendy walked

over.

Wendy asked, "Hugh didn't come today, did he? Is he worried that the media will take a photo of you two and that his wife will find out? Serena, is it so happy being the mistress of a rich man?"

Serena clicked her tongue. The true master of playing tricks had arrived.

their hair, and Wendy squinted as it blew

smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm quite satisfied with my life. Are you

smile faltered, barely holding

her face, remembering

a girl from

gaunt that it seemed like

ang of sympa

Serena had ta pang

tattered textbook, her shoes worn from walking rough paths

her. She took her out of the countryside, dressed her

in her studies. Instead, she had

she had shared with Zach, taking her place like an unwelcome presence, slowly

Wendy again, the soul that had once screamed at the unfairness. of the world was gone. All that remained

the glass railing and walked

or orange juice, it's my choice," Serena said,

sip whiskey and drown in drunken dreams, but do you still remember what

She had the confidence her mother had

host until

her eyes