hapter 320


    Stanley stared at the information in his hands, his eyes lingering on the empty space under the "Sponsor" section.


    "Who sponsored Wendy?"


    Zayn shook his head. "We haven''t been able to identify the sponsor yet."


    Stanley pursed his lips, a hint of frustration in his gaze. "What did Wendy do after she graduated at 16?"


    For someone like her, a rising star, graduation should''ve marked the beginning of her career, just like his own path. Back when he was at Harfield, Stanley had already dipped his toes into the financial and business world. By the time he graduated, he had already


    But Wendy? She seemed to have no job, no clear path.


    That was something Stanley found puzzling.


    "I''m sorry, Mr. Hawk. We couldn''t find any details. After Ms. Wendy graduated at 16, she


    disappeared for 2 whole years."


    Those two years of her life were aplete mystery.


    No one knew what she had been doing.


    "Until two yearster, when you had your car ident," Zayn continued. "Ms. Wendy suddenly appeared in Hovendale, and under the Crone family''s arrangement, she married


    you."


    Stanley knew exactly what happened after that.


    He put the file down. "You can leave now."


    "Got it, Mr. Hawk."


    Zayn left the room.


    Alone in his office, Stanley leaned back in his chair, pulling out his phone. The entertainment headlines were full of Wendy''s name.


    Stanley looked at the photos of Wendy-she was wearing a white shirt, her hair tied up in a high ponytail, standing on the podium. The photos had gone viral. Her delicate, radiant face shone under the bright lights, exuding an almost ethereal beauty.


    The media had called her "the most beautiful genius“.


    Stanley leanedzily against the back of the sofa, his mind wandering. He had never imagined that the housewife who had spent thest three years orbiting around him would turn out to be a genius, also his junior.


    He had even sent her to vendale University, and now, looking back, he couldn''t help butugh at himself.


    Why had she married him?


    At the time, he had been in aa after the car ident. Doctors had dered that he


    would never wake up.


    Even Jessica had run away.


    But Wendy hade to him. She had married him.


    Those three years should have been her most valuable years. Why had she wasted them on a man in aa?


    Stanley picked up the file again, flipping through it. Just then, a photograph slipped out.


    He picked it up and saw that it was a picture of Wendy from her time at Harfield.


    She was wearing a white dress, standing in front of a window disy at school, smiling brightly at the camera.


    Stanley froze as his eyes fell on what was in the disy.


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    It was the school''s honor roll, and his own picture was there, still holding the top spot. Wendy, looking youthful and innocent, stood beside the photo, cradling a few books in her arms. Her little head was tilted toward his photo, a radiant smile on her face.


    That was a photo of them together.


    Stanley stood still, a realization dawning on him... Wendy must have loved him for a long, long time.


    In ces he hadn''t even seen, she had always loved him.


    Under the photo of "the most beautiful genius", countlessizens leftments.


    [I think I''ve fallen in love today.]


    [Me too!]


    Jessica had asked him whether he had fallen for Wendy.


    The whole city was swept up in romance, and Stanley, a man like any other, couldn''t deny that he had been touched by the fierce, burning love from a girl like Wendy. He admitted it -he had indeed fallen for her.


    Stanley pulled out his phone, opening up Wendy''s social media ount, and typed a


    message.


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