Squints And Wendy Peffercorn Novels & Stories

“Miss Little, it looks like you’re suffering from serious frostbite. Your inner organs must be damaged. If you don’t get treatment immediately, you might not live for long.” Wendy cried when she recalled the doctor’s words. MC Entertainment kept calling her to ask for compensation. I walked to her and said indifferently, “I can help you.” Stunned, Wendy raised her head and felt that I was tricking her. I told my bodyguards to leave and whispered to her, “What if I have a system, too?”

"So you're one of Warren's admirers. I get it now. Just like Cora, you like that ugly toad. You sure have some unique tastes." After taking a deep breath, Joseph mocked, "But the situation has reversed now. He's ugly, but you're even uglier. If he still treats you the same way he used to, then it might be real love. If he starts to avoid you because of your appearance, then he's nothing special after all." Wendy fell silent as she glared at Joseph with resentment. What Joseph said might be true, but it was extremely painful. After a moment, Wendy said, "That's exactly why I need Frank's money. It's not just so I can survive, but also so I can get plastic surgery for my face. Joseph, please.

Wendy's expression turned green when she heard Sherry mocking voice, she gritted her teeth and looked around the room carefully. "You don't have to look anymore there is no CCTV camera here" Sherry said once she noticed her movement. Wendy believed her, she knew when Sherry was telling the truth and she had also checked everywhere in this room since last night that she had been brought here but she didn't see any camera. "Okay you should say whatever you want to say, or are you here about your stupid sister?" Wendy asked with a triumphant smirk on her face. Sherry hated seeing that stupid smirk on her face, she always had that smirk whenever she did something successfully.

Darick tried pulling me away when a surge of anger overcame me, and I shoved him away. "I'm doing this whether you like it or not, Darick!" I shouted. Darick took a step back. His eyes looked like he wanted to challenge me, and I dared him with my stare. Bloody spit drooled from his swollen mouth, and then finally, his gaze softened. "Okay, others need to eat too, Wendall." Amber gently retracted Wendall from my wrist, and rested his head on a black pillow. "T-Thank you, Gwen," he whispered. The purple bruises on his face already were starting to heal.

Upon hearing this, Wendy instantly glared at Frederick. "You're a quack doctor! Do you even have a medical license to boldly claim you can diagnose me?" Byron intervened awkwardly, "Mrs. Gold, I've personally witnessed Mr. Lester's medical skills. They're no less than those famous doctors in Centropolis!"

Wendy swept into the room, a vision of strategic perfection—silver gown clinging to her like a second skin, lips painted a bold red, her brunette hair styled in effortless waves. “You ready, darling?” she purred, slipping her arm through mine. I didn’t pull away. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t let the disgust show. “Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered under my breath. Her grip tightened, her nails digging slightly into my arm. A warning. Smile, Daniel. We stepped outside into a barrage of flashing cameras and shouted questions. “Wendy, over here!” “Daniel, smile for us!” “Look this way!”

“Oh, it turns out that she’s your niece. It’s no wonder that she’s so beautiful.” When Jeffrey heard that Wendy was Kenneth’s niece, he smiled and nodded gently. At this time, his eyes flashed with greed as he reached out his hand towards Wendy and said, “Miss Wendy, I’m so lucky to meet you today.” At this time, Kenneth said to Wendy, “Wendy, this is Jeffrey Weaver, the general manager of Weaver Pharmaceuticals. Weaver Pharmaceuticals is a well-known pharmaceutical company in Aurous Hill and they are doing very well in the pharmaceutical industry.” Wendy hurriedly shook hands with the other party as she said, “Hello, Mr. Weaver!”

Wendy said to her friend, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Justine shot her a playful glare. "I’m not groveling. I’m expressing interest." "Same thing," Wendy muttered, shooting me an unimpressed look. The sound of a door clicking made all three of us turn. Justin—the star of the show—stepped out, phone pressed to his ear. I watched as Wendy launched herself toward him, wrapping her arms around him in a way that was more possessive than affectionate. Her lips grazed the side of his jaw.

I watched the corners of her mouth curl as her fingers danced in reply. “More like glaring. Did you guys have a problem before now?” I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone back into my pocket. The glare had weight. It felt like Fred had laser vision, and I was the unlucky idiot standing in its line of fire. The doors slid open, and we stepped out into the cool hallway. Wendy adjusted her grip on her clipboard when Fred suddenly spoke. “Wendy, can I talk to you?” His voice was low, clipped. Suspicious.

When Penny’s crying voice came through the holographic television, I was grinding Moon Goddess grass with a silver teaspoon. She clutched a pear blossom handkerchief, her mascara smudged around her eyes. “It’s Wendy, she’s jealous of me! She wants to ruin everything I have!” Alpha John wrapped his arm around her waist.