Chapter 805
Chapter 805:
A woman with JE behind her, Leah in her corner, and Aiden by her side was already a force to be reckoned with. But Janice? She wasn’t just leaning on them—perhaps she had a strength entirely her own.
Janice poured herself another cup of coffee, her movements unhurried. This time, she poured one for Wendy as well, sliding it across the table without a word.
Wendy cast a fleeting glance at the cup before lifting her gaze to Janice. Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “You called me here because of Stephen, didn’t you?”
Janice didn’t dance around the subject. “That’s right. Stephen is mine now. I hope you…”
“Impossible!” Wendy’s hand slammed onto the table, her voice laced with fury. “Stephen belongs to me! No one can take him away!”
Janice’s gaze darkened, her voice turning icy. “And what if I insist?”
“Then it’s a fight to the death.” Wendy’s answer came without hesitation, her obsession bleeding into every word. “I’ll admit, Janice, you’ve got some skills. But Stephen? I won’t let him go. Even if I have to crawl out of my grave as a vengeful spirit, I will take him back.”
For the first time, Janice felt a flicker of unease. Wendy’s obsession wasn’t just strong—it was unhinged. It wasn’t something that could be reasoned with, bargained with, or even threatened away.
This level of obsession was on par with, if not more extreme than, Leonidas’ unyielding resolve.
Janice remained silent, sipping her coffee as she mulled over her next move.
Without warning, Wendy grabbed the cup in front of her and hurled it to the floor. It shattered instantly, shards of porcelain scattering across the room.
“I have no interest in drinking this.” With those cold words, Wendy turned on her heel and strode to the door. “The moment I step outside, this fight begins.”
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Janice frowned as she watched Wendy disappear through the door, a sigh of frustration slipping past her lips.
She had hoped that they could settle things with some kind of compromise. But Wendy’s madness had just made one thing painfully clear: there would be no peaceful resolution.
Not that Janice feared her. In truth, she despised Wendy, loathed her with every fiber of her being.
But she had made a promise to Stephen to spare Wendy’s life. If not for that, tonight’s meeting wouldn’t have ended with just a conversation.
The door burst open with a loud crash as a group of burly men stormed in.
They were monstrous, their muscles nearly ripping through their tight shirts, each man brandishing a menacing weapon.
Amid the chaos, Janice brought the cup to her lips, sipping leisurely, her demeanor effortlessly composed. “You want a fight? Fine, let’s do this!”
“You’re going down, bitch!” the lead thug bellowed, his face twisted in rage as he lunged forward with his machete raised high.
The others advanced, their massive forms casting looming shadows over Janice, who appeared fragile and unassuming in her calm repose. However, as they neared, a blur of motion swept in from the doorway. In an instant, the intruders were hurtling through the air, their bodies crashing against the walls with a series of bone-jarring thuds.
Janice looked up, her eyes twinkling with mischief at the newcomer. “So, you came after all.”
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