Chapter 162
Chapter 162:
Wendy’s natural confidence, paired with her short hair and sharp uniform, gave her an effortlessly commanding presence.
“Let’s leave together,” Wendy suggested.
After ensuring she had packed Cristian’s contract, Fernanda followed Wendy out.
The crisp air greeted them, sunlight spilling onto campus in golden streaks that made everything feel lighter. Clusters of students milled about in sportswear.
Near the gate, Fernanda spotted Ava standing amidst the crowd. Like her, Ava wasn’t dressed for class, her attire immediately setting her apart.
Their eyes met, and Ava froze, surprise flickering across her face.
She seemed even more surprised to see her with Wendy.
“Miss Ross,” Fernanda called out, her smile bright. “What a coincidence.”
Ava’s lips twitched awkwardly.
“I showed Wendy the message you sent. Thanks for the reminder,” Fernanda said smoothly.
Previously, Ava had sent Fernanda a message about Wendy’s complicated relationship with Bobby. The text had arrived while Fernanda was in the middle of having dinner with Wendy.
“Oh, I saw it too,” Wendy added. “Very thoughtful of you, Miss Ross. You have a knack for meddling.”
“How did you two—” Ava’s words faltered. She couldn’t understand why Fernanda and Wendy seemed friendly with each other. The sight of the two women—one Bobby’s fiancée, the other his ex—was unsettling.
Standing side by side, unbothered, was a twist she hadn’t anticipated.
“Surprised? Well, Wendy and I first met during the entrance exam,” Fernanda said, draping an arm over Wendy’s shoulder. “You should do your homework before trying to stir trouble. Otherwise, it just makes you look silly.”
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Wendy sniggered as she shot Ava a disdainful glance.
Ava’s face twisted with discomfort.
Their biting remarks had reduced her to a state of utter humiliation.
She was left speechless, unable to defend herself. After all, anything Fernanda mentioned about her past actions would only deepen her humiliation.
Ava quickly turned around and hurried away without a second glance.
Wendy rolled her eyes, her lips quirking into a smirk.
“Bye,” she said, waving to Fernanda before leaving.
Fernanda watched her go, then hailed a taxi, giving the driver directions to Bright Lights Media.
The taxi pulled up swiftly in front of the Bright Lights Media office building.
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