"This is the key to my safe deposit box at the bank; your photo is in there."
Looking at the key in her hand, Sumr Shawcross had a speechless expression on her face. It was just a photo, after all, did it really need to be kept in a bank vault...
"By the way, can you... lend so more cash?" Wendy Linden suddenly asked Sumr, her voice sowhat hesitant.
"What are you trying to do?" Upon hearing this, Sumr couldn’t help but look at her warily.
"To settle the score with that bitch!" Wendy declared righteously.
"What’s the point of going to her now?" Sumr suddenly had a bad feeling. Her stepmother managed to replace the original wife, which ant her thods were far from simple, and Wendy might not necessarily win against her.
Moreover, even if she seriously injured the other, the Linden family’s losses couldn’t be recovered.
"Then what should I do, let her roam free?" Wendy said with a dissatisfied look.
Thinking of that bitch and her brother, those animals, who hard her and her father so badly, she wanted to fight them to the death!
"Can you use your brain for a mont? Since you’ve already got your stepmother’s position, you can use that clue to dig out Quinn Linden." Sumr sighed and kindly reminded her.
She didn’t even know why she was helping her old rival with such advice.
Upon hearing Sumr’s words, Wendy thought seriously for a few seconds, then exclaid.
"Sumr Shawcross, since when did you beco so smart?"
"..." Sumr was speechless. Anyone with half a brain would have thought of that.
"Sumr Shawcross, why do I feel like I’m starting to like you more and more?" Wendy gave her a serious look, then suddenly said.
Ever since they were young, Wendy thought everything about Sumr was annoying, always stealing her thunder, always an eyesore.
But she didn’t expect that years later, she would co to admire her.
Facing her forr rival’s gaze of admiration, Sumr felt a bit uncomfortable.
"Uh...could you accompany to Lyra City one more ti?" After a mont, Wendy continued.
"No way!" Sumr refused without rcy.
"Oh...it’s okay, I still know one of your secrets."
"..." Sumr turned pale, looking at the shaless person in front of her, and at that mont, she only wanted to silence her forever!
...
Next evening.
In a busy district cafe in Arisdale.
A petite girl wearing jeans and a short shirt was sitting in the corner of the cafe, her cap covering most of her face.
Beside her, a girl of similar build, wearing large-frad glasses and a short hair wig, was sipping juice.
Elsewhere in the cafe, a few n in suits were scattered around, sitting casually.
At this mont, a woman in a tight red dress, heavily made-up, and appearing to be in her early thirties, elegantly walked in with high heels, choosing a seat by the window and ordering a cup of coffee.
"That’s the bitch!" the girl with the wig and juice suddenly lifted her head and whispered to the girl in the cap next to her.
Hearing this, Sumr Shawcross slightly lifted her cap and turned her head to look at the red figure by the window, then turned her head again, glancing at the man with a stiff expression drinking coffee at the adjacent table, and gently tapped the table with her hand.
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