Wendy rushed out of the hotel, panting. She stood at the door, reached out to stop a taxi, and shouted, "Jenny, I'm telling you! I will never let you go if anything happens to my mom!" Jenny sneered. "If you still want to see her one last time, don't talk nonsense. Come here quickly." After that, she hung up the phone. Her fingernails had already dug deep into her palm, and Wendy had nearly bitten through her lip. Her entire body was drenched in sweat as she stood under the scorching sun. She couldn't get a taxi. Seeing the time go by, Wendy couldn't wait any longer. A black Bentley drove over the next moment, and she rushed over without hesitation! "Stop!" Wendy desperately stood in the middle of the road, and the security guards on the side watched this scene in horror. Clare exclaimed as he stepped on the gas pedal, his face pale. The car stopped in front of Wendy with a thump, almost knocking her into the air.
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