Wendy spotted Sienna sitting on the couch,ughing and calising a stir, clearly having a great time.


    Sienna smiled and said, "Stanley, Jessica, while everyone''s in such a good mood, let me tell you all a joke."


    Jessica''s curiosity was piqued, and she asked, “What joke?!


    Sienna grinned mischievously, "It''s about Wendy!"


    Standing just outside, Wendy felt a sudden rush of difort. It wasn''t exactly


    the best time for her to be pulled into their fun, especially when Stanley and Jessica were so happy.


    She had been thinking earlier that she didn''t belong in their world, but now, it seemed someone was determined to drag her into it.


    Sienna continued, "Today''s Wendy''s first day at vendale University, and she''s already made a name for herself!


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    Benny looked at her with contempt. "Seriously? Someone like her?"


    Sienna chuckled. "Oh, yeah. She''s the ''God of Sleep''. She slept through the entire day at vendale University!"


    The room erupted inughter.


    Benny was the first tough out loud. “At first, I didn''t understand why Stanley sent Wendy to vendale University. Now, I get it. Stanley sent her here to entertain us! Every day, a new joke! Hahaha."


    Everyone joined in,ughing at Wendy. Jessica, in particr, was the happiest, her eyes gleaming with smugness.


    Wendy couldn''t help but feel a pang of frustration. Well, if they were happy, so be it.


    Inside the luxurious room, Stanley didn''tugh. Jessica''s yful antics had slightly amused him, but hearing the " joke" about Wendy made his handsome face harden with sudden coldness.


    His hand, which had been casually resting on Jessica''s chair, retracted quickly.


    Then, with a sharp instinct, he turned his head, his dark, icy gaze sweeping over to the door.


    But there was no one there.


    Wendy and Halsey had already left.


    Stanley stood up, his expression darker than before, and walked toward the exit.


    Jessica blinked in surprise. "Stanley, where are you going?"


    Stanley replied coldly, "I''m going to the bathroom."


    After entering a luxurious lounge, Stanley pulled out his phone and dialed a number.


    The phone rang, and Cyril''s voice came through. "Hey, Stanley."


    Stanley, standing tall by the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressed his lips together. "Uncle Cyril, how was Wendy''s performance on her first day at school?"


    He actually called Cyril directly.


    Cyril hesitated before answering, "Not great. She spent the entire day sleeping." Chapter 116


    Stanley''s sharp, aristocratic brow furrowed. "I sent her to school to study, not to nap! Uncle Cyril, why didn''t you do something about it?"


    Cyril remembered Wendy''s words earlier.


    "You''re Cyril Lincoln? Alright, go ahead and give your lecture."


    With a hint of sarcasm, Cyril muttered under his breath, "Why don''t you do something about her?"


    Stanley''s face darkened further. "She''s your student. It''s your responsibility!"


    Cyril, unfazed, shot back, "Well, she''s your wife. Shouldn''t you be the one handling it?"


    Stanley, frustrated, ended the call abruptly.


    Back in his study, Cyril stood quietly, listening to the dial tone.


    "Unbelievable! How can these two be so disrespectful?"


    He thought about Wendy again. He wasn''t scared of her-after all, he was her professor. Tomorrow, he was going to deal with her.


    Ding.


    At that moment, Cyril''s phone pinged.


    He opened it to find a message from his most respected mentor, Dr. Cen. Yesterday, Dr. Cen had thoroughly reviewed and annotated his surgical n with red ink.


    Cyril''s eyes sparkled as he nced over it, unable to contain his admiration. "My mentor truly is amazing!"


    With great respect, Cyril quickly recorded a voice message.


    "Thank you, Dr. Cen."