Stanley caught Wendy in his arms as she stumbled into him. His sharp gaze flickered down at her, displeasure evident in his tone. "Wendy, what are you doing back here?"Wendy hadn't expected him to come home. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored perfectly to his tall frame, still carrying the crisp chill of the winter night on the expensive fabric.She instinctively leaned closer, seeking solace in his cool, composed presence."Stanley, help me..." she whispered, her voice trembling.Before she could say more, Stanley pushed her back gently but firmly, his brows furrowing. "What's wrong with you?"Wendy hesitated, biting her lip. She couldn't believe she had almost begged him for help. "I've been drugged," she admitted softly.'Drugged?'Stanley's expression darkened. This woman was always in trouble."Wait here," he commanded.Striding to the window, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His tall figure was framed by the night sky, one hand loosening his tie with
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