Chapter 235
In the understatedly luxurious business conference room, Stanley stood tall in a custom–made black suit, exuding both handsomeness and an air of nobility. He was leading the senior executives of Hawk Group as they met with Marc Dubois, the CEO of the Frontellian luxury brand, LVMA
“Mrs. Hawk, Mr. Hawk’s Frontellian is impeccable! He speaks over twenty languages fluently, and he never needs a translator,” the receptionist told Wendy as she prepared a cup of coffee for her.
Wendy smiled lightly. “Thank you.”
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“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to it now,” the receptionist said with a bow before walking away.
“Alright.”
Once the receptionist had left, Wendy’s sharp eyes once again drifted toward the floor–to–ceiling windows, focusing on Stanley inside.
Stanley stood alongside Marc, effortlessly conversing in flawless Frontellian. It was a world of high stakes and prestige–the top–tier business summit, the kind of glamorous, intoxicating atmosphere Wendy could feel even from across the glass. She could see that Stanley was in his element, playing the role of a successful, well- respected businessman.
No wonder so many women were after him–Jessica hadn’t even left, and now there was Luna.
When Stanley was all business, he truly did look the part–cold, distinguished, and utterly untouchable.
But then, remembering how he had pressured her, Wendy couldn’t help but think of him as a well–dressed beast. His public composure might be pure, but privately, he was filled with desire.
A small, mischievous thought crossed her mind. She took out her phone, opened up the chat with “Hubby“, and sent him a message.
In the business conference room, Stanley’s phone buzzed.
He was in the middle of a conversation with Marc when he heard the notification. With a brief apology, he took his phone out of his pocket.
The message was from Wendy. [Mr. Hawk, I’m here to beg.]
Stanley glanced up and through the gleaming windows, his eyes locking with Wendy’s.
Just like the other night, she was dressed in her school uniform–a white blouse, striped skirt, and a beige collegiate–style baseball jacket over it. Her long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, giving her the appearance of a pure, youthful college student just stepping into adulthood.
Wendy sat on the couch outside, her clear, sharp eyes fixed on him.
for a
Their gazes met, suspended in the air for a moment,
Marc, noticing Wendy outside, turned to Stanley and asked in Frontellian, “Mr. Hawk, who is she?”
Stanley broke his gaze from Wendy and replied coolly, “She’s my wife.”
Marc was taken aback. “Your wife is still a student?”
Stanley nodded. “Yes.”
Then he returned to his conversation with Marc, focusing back on the business at hand.
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He had barely looked at Wendy for a second before turning his attention away, clearly indicating he was busy. She
was meant to wait.
Wendy couldn’t help but feel more mischievous as she watched him–dashing, refined, every inch the well- dressed, successful man. Pulling out her phone again, she searched through her messages before sending him another text.
Ding!
Stanley’s phone buzzed again.
Once more, he apologized to Marc, took out his phone, and opened the message from Wendy.
This time, Wendy had sent a GIF–one of those colorful, playful ones, of someone licking a lollipop.
The moment it popped up on his screen, it was like one of those annoying, brightly colored ad pop–ups that appear in the corners of web pages. Stanley’s gaze darkened as he looked toward Wendy.
He was staring at her with a piercing, serious expression, his eyes heavy with something darker–lust, and the sharp, unspoken authority of someone in control. His gaze was both intense and hungry, as if he were silently warning her, making it clear who was in charge.
If it were Jessica or Luna on the receiving end of such a look, they probably would’ve melted right there. Wendy’s lips curled into a small smirk. He liked to play the composed, untouchable role, didn’t he? He wanted her to beg, so she would, but only to tear away the mask and expose his true nature. She enjoyed stripping away his perfect façade, showing the world the darker, more dangerous side of him.
Stanley continued to stare at her, but Marc, noticing the tension, couldn’t help but glance at Wendy too.
With a smile, he commented, “Mrs. Hawk has such an amazing presence. So serene and otherworldly…like an angel.”
