Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 353

"Ugh, this woman's filthy. She's dressed in designer brands from head to toe and actually looks quite pretty. Could it be that her sugar daddy ditched her for a new woman?"

Following the voice, Wendy looked up.

In front of a club entrance, a woman with heavy makeup stepped into the rain in her high heels. A wave of cigarette smoke mixed with overly sweet perfume hit Wendy in the face.

Just then, fingers with red nails grabbed her chin for a closer look.

"Well, well, what a pretty little thing," the woman said with a sneer.

"There's plenty of rich men in Javerton. You've got the looks and the body. How about working in our club? I'm sure you'll land an even richer patron and wear even fancier labels."

Wendy had asthma. The cigarette smoke instantly triggered a violent fit of coughing, leaving her gasping and clutching her chest, stumbling backward as if she might cough up her entire empty stomach.

The woman seemed to realize something and stubbed out her cigarette, looking at Wendy with thinly veiled contempt.

"Oh, I see! You're sick. No wonder your sugar daddy dumped you! Get lost, go on! Don't you dare cough up blood and dirty this place!"

"You're the one who should be groveling to land a sugar daddy!" Wendy forced the words out through her throat, only to be overtaken by another round of harsh coughing.

The woman snorted in derision.

so noble? Look at you, dressed in designer brands, soaking wet like a drowned rat. What are you if not

front of them, and the woman instantly swapped her scorn for a sugary

if it isn't Mr. Larson! It's been ages since you came by. We've just flown in

crisp slap cut

whipped her head around, just in time to see Sarah stepping down from the car behind Cole. Dressed in a simple white camisole dress, she

he brought me tonight? Tell your girls to stay far

twice, left and right. She gritted her teeth but could only lower her head and apologize, stepping aside to let Sarah

disdain, but with Cole present,

her arm through his and cooed sweetly, "Cole,

for food. Usually

to care much

His tone was perfunctory. Then, his gaze landed on Wendy, and his

"You are?"

remembered both Cole

turn to leave but then a thought struck her. The enemy

Serena. And it seemed Serena's step sister hadn't

the rain off her face, and offered a

Larson, Ms. Jansen, I'm

doing here in front of me and Cole?" Sarah's eyes were