Chapter 964
Sweet Subterfuge
Lewis was so confused by Wendyâs shouting then.
In his memory, no one but his uncle had ever shouted at him like that.
He stared at Wendy blankly before he finally came back to his senses. âMs. Simmcrs, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about me?â
Wendy was so angry that she was shaking. Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding can there be?
Could the misunderstanding be that you stole the right of succession of Blue Star away like the ungrateful son of a bitch that you are? Or is it the fact that you kicked Larissa out of the company without giving a damn?â
Although Lewis had no idea where Wendy had heard such rumors, he felt that he had the need to clear things up.
âThese are all misunderstandings. I have not stolen the right of succession of Blue Star, and I have not kicked Larissa out of the company.
Blue Starâs president is still my uncle, and the future president will only be Larissa.â
âStop lying to me.â Wendy snorted at his explanation. âLarissa told me everything! Do you think Iâd believe an ungrateful son of a bitch like you over my best friend?â
Lewis finaly cured out where the problem was wr now.â
âIf you donât believe me, letâs go find Larissa and confront her He had nothing to hide after all He just did not know if that little liar would be able to handle the rage of two people.
The moment he said that, Wendy hesitated. âYou really didnât steal Larissaâs company?
Her heart was beginning to waver, âI swear it.â Lewis raised a hand. âI lie. I will be struck by lightning, and suffer a late â¦*
âOkay, okayâ Wendy quickly stopped him. âI believe you alright? She was a bit annoyed. âI didnât mean to shout at you earder. I just thought Iâm so sorry. Mr. Logan.â
Lewis did not argue with her over this. This was truly not her fault anyway.
If he really wanted to hold anyone responsible, it should be that damned culprit who played them both.
âtâs alrightâ Lewis smiled at Wendy and asked, âDo you still have anything else to say, Ms. Simmons?â
âNo, no!â Wendy waved her hand quickly.
Lewis pointed out the door. âThen ll be going?â
Wendy quickly walked around him and opened the door for him. âGood night, Mr. Logan.â
Her head was down as she did not dare She looked like an ostrich.
r to look at him.
Lewis did not want to continue the awkwardness here either, and he quickly exited the room.
âGood night, Ms. Simmonsâ
Back in the present, Lewis called out to Wendy as a form of greeting. âMs. Simmons.â
Wendy jolted because of that.
She lifted her head with great difficulty and forced out the most painful smile possible.
Then, she said, âYouâre back, Mr. Logan.â
âYes.â Lewis nodded. Because he planned to cock later, he asked again. âDo you like lich Ms.
Simmons?â
âGreat.â Lewis smiled. âI be making Fishermanâs Stew later, Iâd be honored ill youâd give it a try.â
Wendy continued to smile fakely. âOf course, of course.â
Lewis did not stay in the living for long. He could sense Wendyâs discomfort and he could tell that she desperately wanted him to leave.
Once he went back to his room and changed into comfortable clothes, he went to the kitchen.
Larissa was not there anymore. The things he bought back were still in the bag, and she had left them on the counter. It was easy to see that she had not done anything and was just hiding from him on purpose.
Lewis had been houding his anger for the whole day. Of course, he was not going to let her all the hook so easily.
He raised his voice and shouted, âLarissaâ
Larissa replied from a very far away place. âWhat?â