The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235

In the understatedly luxurious business conference room, Stanley stood tall in a custom–made black suit, exuding both handsomeness and an air of nobility. He was leading the senior executives of Hawk Group as they met with Marc Dubois, the CEO of the Frontellian luxury brand, LVMA

“Mrs. Hawk, Mr. Hawk’s Frontellian is impeccable! He speaks over twenty languages fluently, and he never needs a translator,” the receptionist told Wendy as she prepared a cup of coffee for her.

Wendy smiled lightly. “Thank you.”

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“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to it now,” the receptionist said with a bow before walking away.

“Alright.”

Once the receptionist had left, Wendy’s sharp eyes once again drifted toward the floor–to–ceiling windows, focusing on Stanley inside.

Stanley stood alongside Marc, effortlessly conversing in flawless Frontellian. It was a world of high stakes and prestige–the top–tier business summit, the kind of glamorous, intoxicating atmosphere Wendy could feel even from across the glass. She could see that Stanley was in his element, playing the role of a successful, well- respected businessman.

No wonder so many women were after him–Jessica hadn’t even left, and now there was Luna.

When Stanley was all business, he truly did look the part–cold, distinguished, and utterly untouchable.

But then, remembering how he had pressured her, Wendy couldn’t help but think of him as a well–dressed beast. His public composure might be pure, but privately, he was filled with desire.

A small, mischievous thought crossed her mind. She took out her phone, opened up the chat with “Hubby“, and sent him a message.

In the business conference room, Stanley’s phone buzzed.

He was in the middle of a conversation with Marc when he heard the notification. With a brief apology, he took his phone out of his pocket.

The message was from Wendy. [Mr. Hawk, I’m here to beg.]

Stanley glanced up and through the gleaming windows, his eyes locking with Wendy’s.

Just like the other night, she was dressed in her school uniform–a white blouse, striped skirt, and a beige collegiate–style baseball jacket over it. Her long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, giving her the appearance of a pure, youthful college student just stepping into adulthood.

Wendy sat on the couch outside, her clear, sharp eyes fixed on him.

for a

Their gazes met, suspended in the air for a moment,

Marc, noticing Wendy outside, turned to Stanley and asked in Frontellian, “Mr. Hawk, who is she?”

Stanley broke his gaze from Wendy and replied coolly, “She’s my wife.”

Marc was taken aback. “Your wife is still a student?”

Stanley nodded. “Yes.”

Then he returned to his conversation with Marc, focusing back on the business at hand.

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Chapter 235

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He had barely looked at Wendy for a second before turning his attention away, clearly indicating he was busy. She

was meant to wait.