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Chapter 13: 44°F

Author: Hamster Liu
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 17:33:35

At 11 a.m., Wendy received a package at home—an electric rice cooker that someone had ordered online.

Whoever it was, it definitely wasn’t Asher.

Wendy messaged Sam Wu, who denied buying it and insisted it must have been Simone.

Father and daughter were on the same page.

Simone and her show crew had gone to Tallahassee, Florida, to film a new episode of Travel Guide and wouldn’t return until Saturday. Wendy wanted to thank her but, unsure of her filming schedule and wary of disturbing her, decided to wait until Simone was back to express her gratitude in person.

That afternoon, David Yang drove Wendy to Syracuse University’s sports store, where they raided the shelves for Asher merchandise.

The store’s theme was purple, with a giant yellow lightning bolt painted across the ceiling. David immediately lost all immediately restraint, hurling items into his shopping basket. Wendy knew intervention was futi

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