Chapter 450
Chapter 450:
Willow had never understood why William was so set on giving that drunk employee a ride. Now it all made sense—he just wanted to see Stella.
Honestly, Willow had only shown up tonight because she heard William would be at the company dinner. When she didn’t see Stella there, she’d felt a little relieved—especially since everyone kept saying how perfect she and William looked together. But in the end, Stella still showed up and ruined her good mood.
William didn’t say a word. He just nodded and slowly walked toward the exit.
Stella helped Sandra out of the restroom. Sandra had just finished throwing up, and as Stella supported her, she noticed William’s and Willow’s backs as they walked away.
She sighed in relief—finally, no more awkward encounters tonight. But just then, another familiar voice called out, “Stel!”
Stella turned her head and saw Marc standing at the door of one of the private rooms. Great—just what she needed.
She pretended she didn’t hear him and kept moving, half-dragging Sandra along. But Sandra was too drunk to walk fast, so Marc caught up in no time and tried to support Sandra’s other arm.
Stella snapped, “Don’t touch her!”
Marc flinched and quickly let go. “Stel, don’t get me wrong—I just want to help you.”
“I don’t need your help.” Stella’s cold stare made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him.
Marc looked a little hurt. “Stel, let me help. It’s pouring outside—it’s not safe for you to handle this alone.”
“I said no.”
Without another word, Stella hurried off with Sandra.
Just as Marc was about to follow, someone else stepped out of the private room, calling sweetly after him, “Mr. Walsh, you—”
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It was Doreen. She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Stella. Her hand instinctively rested on her belly as she walked over.
“Stella, don’t get the wrong idea,” Doreen said softly. “Even though I’m pregnant with Mr. Walsh’s baby, his heart is still with you. Don’t worry, I won’t get in your way.”
Stella almost laughed. She didn’t care. Not in the least.
Before she could say anything, Sandra suddenly straightened up and looked Doreen over like she’d just spotted something weird.
“You’re human, right?” Sandra asked seriously. “Then why are you talking like you have no self-respect? You went to college, yeah? Did they teach you to humiliate yourself like this?”
Everyone was stunned. No one expected Sandra, who was barely standing, to suddenly drop something like that.
Doreen’s face went pale, her eyes instantly filling with tears.
“In this day and age, women should stand on their own,” Sandra continued, her words sharp. “But here you are, clinging to a man—and not just any man—a loser. Do you think everyone’s desperate to be a side chick like you? You can keep him. Sylvia’s not interested.”
With that, Sandra linked her arm with Stella’s and smiled like nothing happened.
“Sylvia, let’s go.”
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