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Chapter 1771
However, Stella figured that she could not just brush Jaylene off after she asked for her help openly. So, she glanced
at Jaylene's clothes and picked a simple, light green dress.
"What about this? It's not too formal or too casual."
Jaylene took it and said, "You have great taste. Trevor gave this to me for my birthday last year because he knew
I'm a fan of this designer's clothes. He secretly noted my measurements and had it custom-made without me
knowing. I haven't worn it much since I got it."
Stella pursed her lips. She did not like hearing about what happened between Jaylene and Trevor or Wenham back
then.
It would make her think that if she had not been taken away all those years ago, she would be the one spending the
past twenty-plus years with her father and brother.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhenever Wenham looked at her childhood photos, he would sigh, wishing he could hug the young, adorable her.
Stella knew that Wenham still loved her as much as he did now. He just regretted not being there during every
moment of her growth.
Stella also felt sad that Wenham was already so old when she finally returned to her family. He lived half of his life
without her, and Stella did not know how many days he had
left to spend with her.
Whenever Stella thought about it, she would burn with hatred for the culprit who tore her family apart years ago. 2
That was why she would feel so uncomfortable every time Jaylene talked about how Wenham or Trevor treated her
back then.
She could not care less about the materialistic things Jaylene received from her father and brother; she only
thought about the time she could have spent with them.
Stella did not want to stay in the dressing room any longer, so she said flatly, "I'm leaving if there's nothing else."
Jaylene put down the dress, saying, "Stella, I've always thought that if Keegan didn't exist, we would be very good
friends."
Stella stopped walking, "I'd never be your friend whether Keegan exists or not."
Then, she smiled and shrugged, saying, "After all, why would sisters want to be each other's friends?"
Jaylene paused.
At this time, Stella had already turned around and walked away.
Just as she turned her back on Jaylene, the latter's smile disappeared.
Stella knew that if she were not Wenham's daughter, Jaylene would never bother looking at her, let alone be her
friend.
Although Stella had saved her life, Jaylene would always look at her condescendingly, thinking she was superior
because of her family background. 2
Jaylene was the kind of person who would change her behavior depending on who she was with.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVermont did not lie to Felicity. After they were done with the game, he introduced her to the scriptwriter.
The scriptwriter was even more impressive than Vermont described. Not only did his scripts win countless awards,
but he was also highly sought after in the industry. He had earned so much money that he opened a shop dedicated
to murder mystery games for fun.
Vermont invited him to a meal, and Felicity had a great conversation with him. He gave her a lot of inspiration, and
she was delighted to learn from him.
She could not help but have a couple more drinks into the conversation. Then, she started feeling tipsy.
"Mr. Booker, why do award-winning arthouse films always add some sensual scenes? Can you tell me why? I really
don't understand. The suspense film that came out earlier this year was so good, but why didn't it win any award?"
Vermont's eyelid twitched. He quickly replaced the alcohol in Felicity's hand with a cup of tea and explained, "She's
had too much to drink."
Felicity glared at him, "What are you talking about? I'm perfectly sober!"
Vermont was speechless.
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