Chapter 46 Not That Simple
“Yes, ma’am.”
Funsled
Waylon felt uneasy. Fiona was the real deal–highly capable, but people like her tended to have strange tempers. He couldn’t imagine how Wendy had managed to recruit her in the first place, let alone control her.
“If you ever need anything again, Waylon, just call me directly. We’re getting close to year–end- it’s only going to get busier around here.”
Sammy came back, standing at the door without stepping in.
“Madam Wendy, I’ve contacted Fiona. She said she’s available anytime. Also, Mr. Henry is here. He brought Franklin and is waiting in the lounge.”
At the mention of Henry, Wendy instinctively glanced at Waylon. Sure enough, Waylon frowned, his gaze growing more probing. He didn’t say anything in front of Sammy.
“Got it.”
After the office door closed again, Waylon spoke, his tone still irritated. “You and Henry…”
“It’s just business.” Wendy actually took the time to explain.
No way was she letting this cause unnecessary drama–Waylon was close to Chase, and if she wanted to patch things up with Chase, Waylon’s opinion mattered.
Besides, she expected to see Waylon more often in the future. No need to let Henry sour things.
She knew exactly which side weighed more.
Still, the tension in Waylon’s brow didn’t ease. Clearly, he was worried about his hopeless younger brother. Waylon had already said a lot to Chase–whether Chase had really listened was another story.
“You know how Chase is. You two are divorced now. If you take even one step back, he’ll walk away without a second thought. I’m not going to vouch for you.”
Wendy smiled. “That won’t do. I still need your help, Waylon. What I’m doing aligns with what you want. If I can help you, then I hope you’ll help me too–with my relationship.”
Waylon didn’t answer. This woman… she really didn’t miss a beat.
He couldn’t win an argument with a businessperson. Defeated, he left.
As he passed the lounge on the same floor, he noticed the door was open. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Henry sitting beside a good–looking man. Must’ve been the artist his assistant had mentioned. Waylon didn’t follow entertainment news, so he didn’t recognize him.
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top–tier. Lemon would probably know better.
Just before the elevator closed, he snapped a quick photo and sent it to Lemon.
Lemon was puzzled.
Waylon: “Who is this?”
Lemon zoomed in, stared at the blurry shot, and finally responded:
Finished
Lemon: “I think that’s Franklin, signed with the Harrison family. He’s been competing for roles. with Avery. What, did you poach him? Don’t dump him on me!”
Waylon: Shut up.”
Halfway across the world in a conference room, Lemon stared at those two words and blinked, unsure what his older brother meant.
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Chase had grown more confident. Even if he couldn’t study abroad, this life wasn’t bad. But he also knew he had his limits–and as a doctor, there was not room for mistakes.
If he wanted to
improve, going abroad was a must.
Blanc kept sneaking into his office to rest.
“Hey, that clingy ex is back again.”
It was lunchtime. Wendy hadn’t replied to his texts–probably caught in a lunch meeting. Chase. didn’t want to interrupt, so he followed Blanc to the cafeteria.
Blane shoved his phone in Chase’s face. “Seriously, what’s with this guy? Is being a side piece really that rewarding?”
He didn’t hold back at all.
Since they got back from Townsville. Blanc had hounded Chase for the full story–every detail. Chase had told him everything: the marriage, the divorce, Henry being the ex who came back from abroad.
So whenever Blanc said “side piece,” there was only one person he could mean–Henry.
Chase reached out, grabbed Blanc’s wrist, and pushed the phone away with a laugh.
Entertainment news.
A photo showed Wendy and Henry walking out of Quinn Group together, chatting and laughing as they got into a car.
Judging by the time, they were probably having lunch together.
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Chase picked up his phone and checked again–still no reply.
Of course she wouldn’t text her ex–husband while sitting next to her first love.
“Look, I’m telling you, the way she rushed in to save you? That was not the reaction of someone who doesn’t care,” Blanc said, mouth full of bok choy as he scrolled. “She’s totally still into you”
“If she’s into me, then what’s with all this bonding time with Henry?” Chase askerl.
“Pfft. That’s just for show. Come on–Henry’s just a memory, a mistake. Everyone has one. Look at this photo! They’re walking shoulder to shoulder, but look how much space there is between them. If she really liked him, wouldn’t she be holding his arm?”
Could that be true?
Chase pulled up the photo himself and took a look.
There was quite a bit of distance between them.
Then he thought about how affectionate Wendy had been lately–especially every night–and his ears turned a little red.
“What’s with that look?” Blanc squinted at him. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”
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