Benny was intrigued. "What kind ofpetition?"


    Wendy knew Benny was a big fan of mobile games. "Let''s y a round of mobile games, and we''ll see who wins and who loses."


    "What?" Benny burst outughing. "You want to challenge me in a round of mobile games? I''m a champion, Wendy! Do you really think I''ll lose to someone like you?"


    Wendy smirked. "We''ll find out soon enough."


    Benny pulled out his phone. "Alright, let''s do this! Today, I show you how it''s done."


    Wendy pulled out her phone as well, and they both started the game.


    In the game, Benny spun his character in midair, brandishing arge sword. "Wendy, prepare to die!"


    But in the next second, the sound of "Game Over" echoed through the room. The game had ended.


    Benny shot up from his seat, disbelief written all over his face. Just as he was showing off with his spin, Wendy had dropped down from above and, with a glowing axe, sliced through him.


    He was defeated..


    Benny found it hard to believe. He was a seasoned yer. He was a champion!


    He stared at Wendy in shock. "Wendy, you actually killed me?"


    Wendy grinned, her lips curving up. "Mr. Gondale, you lost."


    She put her phone away and walked over to Cecelia, tearing off the tape from her mouth. "Cecelia, are you hurt?"


    Cecelia brushed herself off. "I''m fine, Wendy."


    "Let''s go, Cecelia."


    Wendy started to lead Cecelia out of the office, but Benny stepped in front of them. "You''re not going anywhere!"


    Wendy looked at Benny coldly. "Mr. Gondale, a bet''s a bet. I won, and now you have to let us go."


    Benny, still not willing to ept defeat, grumbled, "Wendy I''m sure something went wrong. It''s impossible for me to lose to you. Let''s go again!"


    At that moment, a deep, maic voice interrupted them. "Benny, what''s going on here?"


    Benny turned around to see Stanley standing by the door.


    Stanley had arrived. Today, he was dressed in a ck shirt and ck pants, looking tall and handsome. His cold gazended on Benny''s face, clearly displeased.


    "Stanley, what are you doing here?" Benny asked, confused


    Wendy said, "I called Stanley."


    Stanley looked up, his gaze meeting Wendy''s.


    Wendy''s clear, cold eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the two exchanged a silent understanding.


    Benny, still confused, asked, "Why did you call Stanley? That''s not fair-"


    Before he could finish speaking, Stanley pped him hard across the head. He pressed his lips together, reprimanding him. "Who told you toe here and cause trouble, Benny? Apologize, now!"


    "Stanley, you want me to apologize to Wendy? 1-"


    Stanley raised his hand for another p, his patience clearly running thin.


    Benny quickly backed down, his bravado vanishing. He looked at Wendy. "Wendy, I''m sorry."


    Wendy walked up to Benny, standing tall andposed. Her slender figure and clear, cold eyes made her presencemanding.


    "Mr. Gondale, listen carefully. First, it wasn''t me who''s been clinging to Stanley. It''s Stanley who doesn''t let me divorce him. Rather than wasting time on me, maybe you should focus on figuring out how to get Stanley to agree to it."


    Benny''s face reddened. "You little-"


    "Second," Wendy continued, stepping closer to him. "I hope this is thest time. If you every a finger on my friends again, I''ll make sure to teach you a lesson even if Stanley doesn''t."