Chapter 893
Chapter 893:
One day, during lunch break, Stella delayed her lunch as usual to avoid running into William in the cafeteria.
But peace never lasted long. The lab door swung open, and in walked Nina, radiating smugness.
She carried herself like someone who had a juicy piece of gossip and couldn’t wait to rub it in.
She stopped right at Stella’s desk, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Here all by yourself? No lunch buddy?”
Stella didn’t even look up from her files. “Leave.”
Nina tilted her head, grin stretching wider. “Ouch, so defensive? Guess I hit a nerve. Some people think they’ve struck gold, but give it time—men get bored. William was never serious about you. You were just… entertainment.”
Stella’s hand paused on the stack of papers. Her tone came flat but sharp enough to cut. “Nina, I’m warning you. Keep pushing, and that evidence of you hiring thugs to attack me goes straight to Grandpa.”
Nina’s smile faltered. Her jaw tightened. She clearly hadn’t expected that card was still in Stella’s pocket.
“You think hiding behind Grandpa makes you untouchable?” she spat. “Please. You’re not even in the same league as the woman William actually loves. He’s been hung up on her for years while you’re—”
The loud scrape of Stella’s chair interrupted her. Stella stood, eyes locked on Nina, her voice like ice. “Whatever William feels is none of your business. But if you don’t get out right now, I will make that call.”
Something in Stella’s stare made Nina falter. For all her bravado, she couldn’t quite meet it. She stomped her foot hard, muttering through gritted teeth, “We’ll see who’s laughing in the end!” Then she spun on her heel and stormed out.
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Even if William didn’t like her, it was fine as long as he didn’t like Stella either.
The lab went quiet again, but Stella’s focus was gone. She sank back into her chair, Nina’s words worming their way into her head. Though she had shut Nina down, those words burrowed deeper into her heart. Someone he can’t forget? Someone he still loves?
Could William really be holding onto another woman all this time?
The thought left a bitter taste. She clenched her hands, forcing herself to shove it aside. Bigger problems needed her attention. Her issues with William could wait.
When evening rolled around, she packed up her bag and headed out, her mood heavy.
Just as she reached the front steps, headlights flared across her path. A sleek black Maybach pulled up and stopped dead in front of her, blocking the exit like it was waiting just for her.
The tinted window slid down, revealing William’s sharp profile. Without so much as a glance, he said flatly, “Get in.”
Stella froze mid-step. The chill in his tone hit harder than the evening breeze. Two days of silence, and now he was issuing orders at her like she was one of his subordinates?
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