Chapter 804

Chapter 804:

Janice faced Wendy’s aggressive stance with an air of serene detachment, as if Wendy wasn’t even worth considering a threat. Unbothered, she took a sip of her coffee without so much as acknowledging Wendy’s presence.

Wendy’s brows knitted together, her gaze sharpening like a blade. “Cat got your tongue?”

At last, Janice let a slow, knowing smile creep onto her lips. She lifted her gaze just enough to meet Wendy’s eyes, amusement flickering in her expression. “I have this little quirk—harsh words just don’t seem to register with me. So, remind me, what did you just say?”

Wendy’s face darkened, her fists curling so tightly her knuckles turned white. She barely restrained the violent urge surging within her. Janice chuckled coolly, her voice dripping with mockery. “Relax. I didn’t call you here just to watch you throw a tantrum.”

“You haven’t changed—still quick with the sharp tongue.” Wendy exhaled slowly, forcing herself into the seat across from Janice. “But without Aiden, I wonder if you would still be so confident.”

Her taunt landed with all the weight of a feather. Janice remained utterly unfazed, her composure as unshakable as ever.

The way Janice carried herself—calm, effortless, in control—made Wendy’s biting words feel like shouting into an empty void. Frustrating. Pointless.

Janice placed her cup down with deliberate grace, finally locking eyes with Wendy. For just a split second, a cold glint flashed through her gaze.

Wendy saw it. And for the briefest moment, something inside her wavered.

Was she really intimidated? By Janice, of all people?

“My confidence has never depended on anyone,” Janice said smoothly. “And the fact that I asked to meet you today should tell you exactly what kind of strength I have.”

Wendy let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Everyone knows you’re the Edwards family’s cast-off daughter. Sure, you’ve got JE in your corner, Leah pulling strings for you, and Aiden standing by your side. But strip all that away—who are you, really?”

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The words had barely left her lips when her instincts screamed at her. Her body reacted before her mind could catch up—her head tilting just in time to dodge something slicing through the air.

A sharp sting bloomed on Wendy’s cheek. Blinking, she reached up, her fingertips brushing against warm, wet skin. Blood. The faint, metallic scent hit her nose.

“You…” Wendy gawked at the crimson smear on her fingertips, disbelief flashing across her face. Slowly, her gaze lifted to Janice, who sat there, utterly composed, idly twirling a small fruit knife between her fingers as if nothing had happened.

A fruit platter sat innocently on the table, the knife’s rightful place among the neatly arranged slices. Yet now, it rested in Janice’s hand, as if it had always belonged there.

Wendy had no idea when Janice had grabbed the knife or when she had struck. If her instincts hadn’t kicked in at the last second, that blade might have found her throat instead of grazing her cheek.

“Wendy, you seem a little worked up. Maybe a drop of blood will help you calm down.” Janice twirled the knife between her fingers before casually tossing it back onto the table, her voice as cool as the steel itself.

Her tone was light, almost amused, but the message was crystal clear: keep pushing, and next time, the knife wouldn’t just leave a scratch. Wendy’s eyes narrowed as she studied Janice with newfound caution. She had underestimated Janice—badly. That single move was all it took to prove one undeniable truth: Janice was a real threat.

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