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.

Look at you, dressed in designer brands, soaking wet like a

to retort but a car pulled up in front of them, and the woman instantly swapped her scorn for a

been ages since you came by. We've just flown in some fresh ingredients today-you'll definitely eat well

crisp slap cut her off

Cole. Dressed in a simple white camisole dress, she raised her hand and slapped

hands! Didn't you see he brought me tonight? Tell your girls to stay far away. If I see even one

but could only lower her head and apologize, stepping aside

disdain, but with Cole present, she couldn't keep striking

cooed sweetly, "Cole, did you

food. Usually

didn't seem to care

beside him. His tone was perfunctory. Then, his gaze landed

"You are?"

remembered both

to keep her dignity and turn to leave but then a thought

already been completely cut off by Serena. And it seemed Serena's step sister hadn't fared much

tracks, wiped the rain off her face, and offered a faint

Larson, Ms. Jansen, I'm Wendy

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