What Did You Say?
The same evening that day. Wendy was inspecting the office and felt that the employees‘ gazes on her
were strange. “President Lawrence sure is good to you, President Fuller. We‘re all jealous to death!” A
female employee she was close with came up and teased her.
Upon hearing this, Wendy was stunned. She then forced out a smile that showed a matter of course
and casually asked, “Really? How did you notice it?”
The smile on the female employee‘s face became more flattering. “Everyone knows about how
President Lawrence took care of you all night long at the hospital. You‘re still able to come to work on
time this morning. You surely are our role model!”
Wendy‘s expression slightly stiffened. “What did you say?”
President Lawrence took care of her all night long at the hospital? She was fine these two days. When
did she end up in the hospital? The female employee thought she was just shy, so she immediately
pulled out her phone, swiped up a piece of news media, and showed her.
“You don‘t have to be embarrassed anymore. It‘s even on the news. Everyone already knows about it.”
After saying this, she only came to realize that she should show some concern for her boss‘ health and
asked with embarrassment, “Anyway, what happened to you yesterday? Weren‘t you still fine in the
afternoon? How did you end up in the hospital at night?”
When Wendy scanned the contents of the news in a flash and saw (President Lawrence accompanied
his fiancée in sickness and took care of her all night] written as the headline, she felt more suspicious
about it. Upon hearing the employee‘s question, she simply made up an excuse. “Oh, I must‘ve eaten
something wrong last night. I‘m all better now. You should get back to work.” The female employee
pretended to show her concern again with a few words before heading back to her seat. Wendy went
back to the office with a sour look on her face. The first thing she did was open up Twitter and search
for news regarding Byron. The moment she typed in (Law) in the search bar, the entry that
automatically popped up was President Lawrence accompanied his fiancée in sickness and they were
seen together in and out of the hospital – what a close relationship!)
The following series of contents after this was about the same.
Wendy directly clicked into the first entry.
The number of posts on this had surpassed millions.
Among those, the most popular blog post was published by a well–known commercial account in the
industry.
(President Lawrence personally sent his fiancée to the hospital last night. He carried her bridal style all
the way. He‘s indeed a strong boyfriend. At eight o‘clock this morning, they both got into President
Lawrence‘s car while accompanied by the little lady. The fiancée and the little lady share a good
relationship. From the looks of it, they seem very close.)
Below were two photos. The first photo‘s background showed it was late night and Byron was seen
carrying a woman in his arms while he took big steps toward the hospital entrance.
The second photo showed it was early morning at the hospital entrance. Byron was seen standing in
front of a car while the woman carried a little kid into the car. From the clothing and body figures, the
two photos showed that they were the same woman.
Merely looking at the two photos did make one feel that the people in them were very close. The
second photo even gave the feeling that they were a family of three. The only thing was… As the
fiancée herself, Wendy was utterly confused about this matter.
Due to the news some time ago, Byron had been avoiding her for a while. The woman in the photos
was definitely not her! As she zoomed in on the two photos, a trace of a familiar figure slowly appeared
in Wendy‘s mind.
It was that b*tch, Rosalie, again! Whether it was the side profile or figure, both completely coincided
with Rosalie!
As she realized this, Wendy‘s expression immediately sank.
The so–called kindness that Byron had for his fiancée was all a screw–up from the beginning until the
end!
The one Byron cared for all night was not her but that b*tch, Rosalie!
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