Chapter 280 A Fickle Queen
Winona looked up at Rodolfo, eyebrows raised, said, "You..."
Rodolfo calmly took out his phone from his pocket. Winona noticed the number on the screen; it wasn't hers. "Sorry, I need to take this call."
He stepped away and answered in a low tone, "What's up?"
Meanwhile, Winona's call went unanswered and eventually disconnected.
Rodolfo finished his call and came back. "Where are you going?"
"Home," Winona replied.
The Watson Group no longer needed her presence every single day anymore. The major strategies were set, and the remaining tweaks could be managed remotely. Only the final touches would necessitate her return to the office.
Her ankle injury, though much improved after half a month's rest, still prevented her from standing or walking for extended periods. Such an injury required meticulous care.
It was the weekend.
Rebecca had proposed a shopping trip, but it had turned into a café sit-down instead.
Winona asked, "What are we eating later?"
Rebecca, resting her chin on her hand, shook her head. "I've been eating so much lately that I'm about to throw up. Please spare me. You have no idea how crazy my mom is. She schedules six dates for me every day: breakfast, mid-morning snack, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and late-night snack. Now, just seeing men and food makes me physically nauseous."
Winona had never experienced such a dating whirlwind. Married young, she hadn't faced the pressure of relentless matchmaking.
But six men in one day?
Just thinking about it gave Winona a headache. "Doesn't your mom worry you’ll mix them up?"
Rebecca sighed. "Names don’t matter. As long as I bring one home in the end, it’s fine. There was even a day when the dates overlapped, and it saved me a meal."
The situation was a bit awkward, and Rebecca didn't want to share the details with Winona. It was too frustrating.
In short, her reputation as a fickle queen was now firmly attached to her, and she couldn't shake it off.
"Indeed, family traits are similar." A woman's contemptuous voice sounded from above. "Birds of a feather flock together, all equally greedy."
Winona and Rebecca looked up, expecting to see someone they had perhaps wronged, but they recognized no one. A stranger, whose entire posture radiated disdain, stood glaring at them.
Rebecca frowned, already exasperated by her earlier frustrations. This newcomer provided an unexpected outlet for her irritation. "Lady, are you out of your mind? We don’t even know you. Save your nasty remarks for someone who cares."
The woman, Wendy, sneered, "I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Miss Sullivan. Not even divorced yet and already hunting for the next one. Such a person is truly despicable."
Winona raised an eyebrow, understanding that she was the target of this venom.
She looked at Wendy, unable to recall ever meeting her, yet the woman's hostility suggested they had a history. "I don't think we know each other."
Wendy gritted her teethfeeling the sting of Winona’s indifference. In her eyes, Winona was a rival, someone who had swooped in and snagged the attention she believed was her due. "We met at the café last time. You were having coffee with Austin."
Austin had always been surrounded by men, and Wendy was the only woman who managed to stay close to him, primarily due to her friendship with Chloe. But Winona’s arrival threatened that fragile connection, and Wendy couldn’t bear feeling sidelined.
He could pamper a woman like Winona so much, but when it came to her, even his words were perfunctory.
"I just came to tell Miss Sullivan that the Robinson family isn't something you can latch onto. To be a daughter-in-law that Mrs. Davis approves of, the family must be in the military, politics, or, if in business, have a background like the Bailey family, the Anderson Group, or the Watson family. But you, Miss Sullivan, a bankrupt heiress and a divorcee, shouldn't even dream of entering the Robinson family."
Winona held back the angry Rebecca. "Excuse me, miss, are you speaking on behalf of Austin's mother or Austin himself?"
Wendy's demeanor faltered. She wasn't relaying any official decree; she merely couldn't tolerate Winona. Encountering her was a chance to make Winona back off. "I'm just kindly reminding you to recognize her place. Don't aim for a family you can't reach, or you'll end up getting hurt."
"Even without me, Austin wouldn't marry you." Winona's sharp retort hit its mark. "I've known him for quite a while. Though I'm unsure about his type, I know he despises people who are jealous and delusional like you"
Wendy's family was entrenched in politics, her parents holding significant positions. She had lived a pampered life, never faced with direct criticism.
"Winona Sullivan, who do you think you are to talk to me like that?"
"I'm nobody, so I don't mind losing face." Winona started to roll up her sleeves. "Arguing won’t solve anything. Let’s settle this with a fight. Austin used to love watching fights in school. If you win, he might actually notice you."
Wendy was taken aback by Winona’s readiness for a brawl. In Wendy’s elite circles, people kept their disdain under wraps, exchanging barbed words at most. Smiling sweetly while cursing fiercely inside had always been the unspoken rule.
"You..."
Before she could finish, Wendy crumpled to the ground, adopting a pained, tearful expression.
Winona hadn't even finished rolling up her sleeves when she caught sight of Wendy’s instant transformation, tears brimming as if she had been mortally wounded.
Familiar with such dramatics, Winona turned and saw Austin striding towards them.
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