NovelUSAChapter 163 Zach's wrist was tightly gripped by Wendy.
"Zach! You know I'm the one who needs a violin the most! You did so much for Serena in the past, but when it comes to me... why won't you showeven a little kindness?" Tears streamed down Wendy's face, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps- like she was about to have an asthma attack.
Zach hesitated, stopping himself from moving. He found himself torn as he tried to soothe Wendy.
Up ahead, Serena had stepped into the elevator. Hearing the melotic scene playing out behind her, she felt no sadness-only amusement.
"Serves him right. So, wishy-washy. In the end, he'll lose everything." Serena returned to her penthouse apartment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe moment she lay down, she fell into a deep sleep. By the tshe woke up again, only the last warm rays of sunset seeped through the curtains.
Her stomach growled in protest. She had slept through the entire day.
Climbing out of bed, she checked her phone and saw a message from Wynne.
"Thanks for sending the porcelain! My work is going smoothly. Want to grab dinner tonight?" There was another message from Samuel. "The kiln opening went well. The porcelain for the exhibition-and your personal plates and bowls-turned out great. Cpick them up when you're available." At this hour, Samuel's stustaff had likely already left for the day.
Fortunately, Serena had a key. So, she decided to stop by the stufirst.
After loading her porcelain pieces into the car, she headed to meet Wynne for dinner.
The moment Wynne got into her car, her eyes landed on the neatly packed porcelain. She looked surprised. "Are these your mom's..." "No, they're my replicas. Pretty convincing, right?" Serena stepped on the gas pedal, already knowing Wynne's taste in home-style dishes. She planned to take her to a newly opened restaurant to try it out.
Wynne, however, kept staring at the porcelain pieces.
"Your craftsmanship is just as good as your mom's. If she were still alive, she'd be so proud to see you carrying on her legacy. Don't you ever think about going back to ceramics full-time?" "I do." Serena admitted without hesitation. The neon lights reflecting in her pupils were dazzling-almost too bright.
After a long pause, she exhaled slowly. "But first, I have to take back everything I lost." Wynne tightened her grip but didn't try to persuade her further.
The two arrived at the restaurant.
Just as they reached the entrance, Wynne suddenly stopped in her tracks and patted a woman passing by on the shoulder.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Alicia?" "Wynne!" The woman turned, eyes wide with surprise, before pulling Wynne into a tight hug. Serena looked on, confused, until Wynne pulled the woman over to introduce her.
"This is Alicia Bowen! She was my classmate when I was in grad school. She studied economics at Athos University. There was a really rough period during my master's-she was the one who keptgoing!" Serena vaguely recalled Wynne mentioning her before. She politely shook hands with Alicia and invited her to join them for dinner.
Once seated, however, Alicia slumped in her chair, her ill-fitting business suit making her look even more dejected.
"I knew it. Poor people just aren't meant to study economics. No connections, no backing-someone like me, who grew up in the OTT countryside, can't even get past a background check at these financial firms. The moment they see my parents aren't big clients, they don't even bother replying to my applications. "Wynne, I envy you. At least you have a stable job. I can barely afford to eat. Even this suit-I had to rent the cheapest one." Her eyes were full of admiration for Wynne, without a trace of jealousy.
Wynne comforted her, but Alicia soon forced a smile. "I know I can't let this V getdown. That's why, after venting, I'm going to reach out to more companies and keep applying. Oh, thanks for treatingto dinner."
Wynne sighed helplessly. "But you received scholarships every year! Your grades are outstanding, you were so active in your extracurriculars and are full of experience. Yet, they still won't hire you? That's ridiculous! Too bad I don't know anyone in finance." Just as Serena was putting down the menu, she frowned slightly. Then, without hesitation, she reached out and pinched Wynne's cheek.
"Aren't I someone?"
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