As soon as the car reached the apartment building, Carl’s phone rang. Renee glanced over, unsurprised to see Annie’s name on the screen. The dorm manager’s plan with the guards had failed, and now Annie couldn’t sit still. If she wasn’t involved in this mess, no one would believe it.Well, except Carl.When he answered the call, Annie’s tearful voice came through, sounding as if she was facing a monumental crisis. From her seat by the window, Renee couldn’t make out the words, but Annie’s sobbing made her seem terribly wronged.Carl’s tone softened slightly. “I’ll be there soon.”The car had just come to a stop, and Renee, not wanting to listen to any more, quickly opened the door and got out.Carl reached out, grabbing her hand. “I can’t come up. I’ll leave the driver to help you move your things.”“Okay.” Renee shrugged off his hand and left without looking back.Carl watched her retreating figure, his brow furrowing before he signaled the driver and Jackson to start unloading
Renee buried her face in a cushion, trying to calm down. Just then, her phone rang. It was Susanne."How did it go today?" Susanne's voice had a playful tone, as if she knew something."Not great," Renee replied, taking a deep breath."Really? Didn't Carl help you?""Mom, your back pain must have cleared up, huh?" Renee said irritably. "I've told you before, stop trying to push us together. It's never going to happen.""It wasn't me! He said—""Mom, please, don't. There's no point," Renee said firmly.Susanne sighed. "Alright. I just thought maybe you two could actually talk things out."As Renee's mother, Susanne could tell that her daughter was holding a grudge against Carl. But still... this was Carl Grey. Even Susanne, as his sister-in-law, had to be careful around him. How could Renee stand a chance against him?Susanne just didn't want Renee and Carl to become enemies over what had happened that night.Renee understood that her mother meant well, but she didn't want
Yvette, noticing Annie’s expression, quickly picked up the phone from the floor and held it to her ear.“Please, I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Miss Simmons, save me!”“If you don’t help me, I’ll haunt you even after I’m dead!”The desperate cries of several men echoed through the phone, chilling Yvette, who promptly ended the call. She rubbed her temples, recognizing the voices.“That sounded like…” Yvette began, looking at Annie.Annie, pale and shaken, murmured, “The dorm manager and those three thugs... Carl found out about everything!”“Calm down.” Yvette tried to soothe her, but Annie pushed her away, pacing the living room like a caged animal.“How can I stay calm? Carl told me to endure! How am I supposed to endure this?” Annie was frantic, her usual composure shattered.Worried that someone might see Annie in this state, Yvette quickly closed the door and pulled her back down onto the couch. “If Carl showed up at the hospital that quickly, it means he’s worried abo
As the others were caught up in conversation, a figure slipped out of the room.Annie caught a glimpse, and her smile deepened.---At the reception desk, Wendy stared at an invitation card. The embossed paper dusted with gold glitter exuded a luxury she could only dream of.A voice sounded from across the counter. "Jealous?"Wendy looked up to see Lucy, who wore a smirk. "You? What are you doing here?"Lucy stepped closer, tapping the invitation card. "A dog can never replace its master.""Stop talking nonsense!" Wendy snapped, visibly irritated."Oh, hit a nerve? Am I wrong? Playing both sides isn't easy, is it?" Lucy's smirk grew.Wendy instinctively stepped back, a wary look in her eyes. "What do you know?""I've seen everything. You've been conspiring with Annie against Renee. How does it feel to be Annie's punching bag?" Lucy's tone was mocking.The color drained from Wendy's face as she glanced around, clearly nervous that someone might overhear. "What do you want?"
In the powder room, Renee dabbed at the wine stain on her dress with a paper towel. Wendy pulled a shopping bag from her purse and held it out to Renee. "Renee, I happened to bring an extra outfit. We're about the same size, so you can change into this for now."Renee glanced at the Nordstrom logo on the bag and joked, "Wendy, did you win the lottery? This store doesn't sell anything under a thousand bucks."Wendy hesitated for a moment before explaining, "I got my paycheck and wanted to treat myself. It's my first real job, after all.""I see. But I can't wear your new clothes. I'll make do with this; I'm not the guest of honor anyway." Renee purposely pushed the bag back.Panic flashed in Wendy's eyes as she quickly thrust the bag into Renee's arms. "Renee, we're best friends. Don't worry about it. I'll be upset if you keep refusing.""Well... alright then. Thanks." Renee looked touched."Come on, don't waste time. Go change.""Okay."As Renee headed to the restroom, Wendy's
The sleeveless black gown hugged Renee’s figure perfectly, accentuating her curves as if it were tailored just for her. Her bare arms, smooth and fair, seemed almost like a beautiful porcelain. Though the dress only exposed her arms, there was something captivating about her presence.Noticing Wendy’s gaze, Renee adjusted the dress in front of her, smiling. “Wendy, this dress feels a bit tight on me.”In her past life, when Renee became an outcast, Wendy had stopped pretending to be her friend, taking every opportunity to kick her while she was down.“Don’t blame me for this. You’ve always outshone me. We were supposed to be friends, but why do you get to marry Mr. Grey and rise to the top?” Wendy had sneered back then. “I’ll let you in on a secret: every scheme against you was Annie and me working together. Now Mr. Grey despises you. You might as well be dead.”Wendy thrived on jealousy, so this time, Renee decided to let her drown in it.Seeing Renee’s deliberate taunt, Wendy cl
As soon as Renee entered, she realized that Wendy, who had been following her earlier, was nowhere to be seen. Wendy must have known there’d be a confrontation and decided to disappear, leaving Renee to take the fall. When things went south, Wendy would reappear as the “friend” who could throw her under the bus.But Wendy overlooked one thing: in her absence, Renee could say whatever she wanted.Renee turned to Mandy’s husband with a polite smile. “Thank you, but I think it’s necessary for me to explain.”Mandy’s husband glanced to the side nervously and interrupted, “No need. I believe you.”That response made people wonder.“No, I’m not explaining to you; I’m explaining to Ms. Xander,” Renee replied. “I’m actually wearing a… knockoff.” She flushed, looking at Mandy with embarrassment. “Ms. Xander, I apologize for the misunderstanding. I really admire you, so I tried to imitate your style. You know I’m just an intern, so I couldn’t afford the real thing and opted for an imitation
"Your outfit clashed with Ms. Xander's. If she thinks you have an issue with her, what then? That's why I said it was a knockoff. I was trying to help you out. But if you'd prefer, we can go explain everything to her right now," Renee replied, knowing Wendy wouldn't dare.As expected, Wendy paused for a few seconds before changing her tune. "Renee, I've got a terrible stomachache. Could you grab some medicine from the front desk and bring it to Suite 6?""Sure, I'll get it for you.""Please hurry. I feel awful," Wendy urged."Got it."Renee hung up and walked out of the ballroom.---Elsewhere, Ms. Johnson approached Carl as Annie was chatting with friends. She raised her champagne flute. "You're letting her walk out alone? Aren't you concerned?"Carl took a sip of his scotch. "She's not that reckless."Ms. Johnson chuckled. "Is that why you nearly shattered your glass when you saw her getting attention?""No."Used to his stubborn denials, she changed the subject. "I've rel