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"When I was fifteen years old, I already knew Xavier. I've spent much more time by his side than you have, and my qualifications are far higher.

"And also... you're just known as his fiancée by the outside world. He has never publicly acknowledged you."

My words hit a nerve with Wendy, and she dropped her pretentious high posture, shouting uncontrollably, "He will marry me sooner or later, whereas you're just an old woman he got tired of playing with. He keeps you around out of pity. I advise you not to push your luck.

"Who knows what you went through during your two-year disappearance; maybe you've been with men all that time, and now you still want to compete with me..."

As she spoke, her eyes glanced toward the door, and the next moment, she picked up the water from the table and poured it on her own face.

"So cold."

The delicate features of her face were stained with water, and her hair and foundation mixed together, giving her an indescribable vulnerability.

Xavier, through the meeting room window, happened to see her distressed state.

Under everyone's gaze, he kicked open the meeting room door and rushed in, grabbing her hand.

"Who did this?"

He looked anxious, and he threw the documents in his hand onto my face, causing a small cut on my cheek as the folder grazed it.

No blood flowed, but it stung.

The receptionist girl was too scared to speak.

I glanced at him and explained, "She did it herself."

Wendy looked at me with red eyes.

"Yes, I did it. It's all my fault. Can we drop it now?

"You mocked Xavier as a blind man, and I couldn't help but cover your mouth. Then you splashed water on me. It's all my fault."

Her tone was accusatory, yet she seemed vulnerable and pitiful.

The period when he couldn't see had always been a thorn in Xavier's heart.

He detested anyone mentioning it, especially me.

Xavier's gaze remained firmly on Wendy as he wiped away the dried tears at the corner of her eye. "I'm here; don't cry."

That statement sounded familiar.

When my parents tragically passed away, our house was taken over by relatives, and he used to say the same thing while sleeping in the corridor with me.

As long as he was there, I was willing to endure any hardship.

Unfortunately, many years had passed, and the same words were spoken, only the object of the promise had changed.

It appeared he was indeed different with her.

I remained composed, with no emotional ripples inside.

"I came to find you to ask for your help in signing an agreement."

"An agreement?"