Jessica actually invited Wendy for coffee.


    Wendy didn''t respond immediately, but Jessica raised an eyebrow and smiled. "What''s the matter, Wendy? Are you scared? You''ve been winningtely, riding high on your victories. Are you afraid of me?"


    Wendy curved her lips into a small smile and replied, "I''ll see you soon."


    She hung up the phone and got ready to leave.


    Just then, her phone pinged. It was a message from Cyril Lincoln, which was an operation n.


    Cyril wrote, [Ms. Crone, this is a difficult surgery I encounteredst week. When you have time, could you guide me through it?]


    Cyril was the dean of vendale University and also one of her students. Trish, who came from the same university, was one of Cyril''s favorites.


    It was thanks to Cyril''s strong rmendation, Trish became her assistant.


    So, in a way, Cyril and Trish were all her disciples.


    Wendy replied, [Okay.]


    Half an hourter, Wendy arrived at the café and immediately spotted Jessica.


    Rather than sitting and waiting, Jessica stood on the stairs to greet her.


    Wendy made her way up the stairs. "Jessica, I don''t think our rtionship is quite at the level where we can share a cup of coffee. If you have something to say, just say it."


    Jessica was standing confidently in her crystal heels, wearing a red spaghetti- strap dress that highlighted her status as a lead dancer. "Wendy, congrattions. You won the press conference."


    "Thanks," Wendy replied calmly.


    "But what does it matter? Winning doesn''t mean you can have Stanley, does it?" Wendy looked up at Jessica but said nothing more. “So?"


    "So.."


    Jessica, noticing something in the corner of her eye, nced toward the café''s entrance. The door had just opened, and a tall, handsome figure walked in.


    Jessica walked to the edge of the stairs, lowering her voice as she smiled at Wendy. "Wendy, I''m afraid you might get too cocky, so now I''m going to knock you down a peg.


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    Before Wendy could react, Jessica grabbed her sleeve while crying out, "No! Ah!" before tumbli. own the stairs. Wendy''s heart skipped a beat. She wasn''t sure what kind of game Jessica was ying, but this time, she was ying it dangerously.


    A deep, cold voice echoed through the space. "Jessica!”


    Wendy looked up, and there he was-Stanley.


    Stanley had arrived.


    Wendy immediately understood what Jessica was up to.


    Stanley had just walked in and saw Jessica tumbling down the stairs. He rushed forward with urgency. "Jessica! Jessica!"


    Wendy slowly descended the stairs and said coolly, "Stanley, she''s ying the same trick again. Can you seriously not tell she fell on her own?"


    Jessica, grimacing in pain as sweat beaded on her forehead sobbed, "Stanley, my legs... They hurt so much..." Stanley nced down, noticing that his hands had be warm and sticky. Looking closer, he saw blood. Jessica''s legs were badly injured, and blood was flowing in arge, heavy stream.


    Without sparing a nce for Wendy, Stanley immediately scooped Jessica up in his arms before heading for the exit.


    Wendy called after him, "Stanley, don''t let her fool you!"


    Stanley slowly turned his head, his cold, sharp eyes locking with hers. "Wendy, how can you be so heartless? Jessica is a dancer. Her legs are everything. Now they''re hurt!"


    With that, Stanley walked away, carrying Jessica.


    Wendy stood frozen in ce, feeling a mix of disbelief and anger. He called her heartless? It wasn''t like she''d pushed Jessica. She had fallen on her own.


    The truth was clear-he couldn''t stand seeing Jessica hurt. She was the lead


    dancer in ballet, and Stanley couldn''t hide the fact that he was deeply concerned for her. He was absolutely devastated.


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