Chapter 803
Chapter 803:
After their long-awaited reunion, the siblings found themselves with a myriad of topics to discuss, yet time was not on their side, and lingering in the company was not an option.
Given their current standing in the public eye, being spotted together could easily ignite speculation, serving as a perfect opportunity for those looking to exploit their situation for personal advantage.
Stephen was adamant about not reconciling with Wendy.
To safeguard him from any retaliatory moves by Wendy, Janice had arranged for him to take refuge in a secluded villa atop Mount Cloudridge.
She tasked Costello with the duty of staying close to Stephen, under strict instructions to shield him from any scheming adversaries.
“Stephen, I’m planning to hold a press conference tomorrow to officially declare your affiliation with White Whale Entertainment.”
“Is that wise?” Stephen questioned, a trace of concern in his voice. “I’m still technically signed with Wendy’s agency.”
“Don’t fret over that. I’ll take care of it. The press conference will also serve as a definitive signal to Wendy,” Janice assured him firmly.
“Janice, Wendy is crafty, filled with endless tricks. I’m genuinely concerned…”
Catching the worry flickering in Stephen’s eyes, Janice responded with a broad, reassuring grin. “Just sit back, Stephen, and prepare to be amazed. You’ll soon discover the true extent of your sister’s capabilities.”
Her absolute certainty and tranquil presence effectively stilled any retort Stephen could have considered.
Stepping out of the villa, Janice took a moment at the door, turning to cast a wistful glance at the grand structure, her heart swelling with unspoken plans.
“Stephen, one day you’ll realize that your sister isn’t just there to protect you. She’ll restore the White family’s name to glory in Cloverhill,” she murmured.
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Then, Janice retrieved her phone and initiated a call. “Let’s arrange a meeting.”
Wendy was taken aback when she received Janice’s call.
But the moment she thought of Stephen’s betrayal, everything clicked—Stephen must have gone to Janice.
This call was a declaration: Janice was positioning herself as Stephen’s protector.
“Oh, the audacity of such a young novice—what does she think she can manage?” Wendy muttered, a smirk playing on her lips as she contemplated her young adversary. She accepted the meeting, fueled by a fierce desire to dominate.
Intent on making a statement, she selected a striking red gown—a symbol of power and dominance—before stepping out.
She arrived at Rouhines Restaurant and made her way to a private VIP room.
Inside, Janice was seated, sipping her coffee.
Despite her outward calm, a turbulent storm of anger brewed within her, poised to break at the slightest provocation.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.
Janice placed the coffee cup on the table and called out, “Come in, please.”
The door swung open, and Wendy entered, her commanding presence and the bold color of her dress compelling everyone to instinctively step aside.
“Janice, why demand my presence at such a late hour?” The warm, courteous mask Wendy usually wore had slipped, revealing a fierce and defiant expression. “If this matter isn’t pressing, I might just lose my temper. And when that happens, rest assured, someone in this room will pay dearly.”
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