Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 147

"What is it?"

Hearing the energy in Wynne's voice, Serena couldn't help but smile.

She sank onto the couch, hugging a pillow against her chest.

Wynne started with a dramatic bout of whining before finally getting to the point.

"I'm restoring an ancient porcelain piece, but I've hit a bit of a wall. One of my colleagues mentioned that your mom had created a series using the same technique. I wanted to ask—do you still have any of those pieces?

"It doesn't have to be a perfect one, even a flawed backup would do. I just need something to practice on before attempting the real thing. I'd rather not botch the restoration and end up ruining a historical artifact."

Then, she sent over two pictures of the porcelain piece in question, along with a document detailing the technique.

Serena actually knew a lot about these.

After a brief moment of thought, Serena said, "I kept a few imperfect pieces from my mom's collection. From the looks of it, I think I have one that's pretty similar—same intricate patterns, same craftsmanship. I can bring it over later if you want to take a look."

"Seriously? Oh my gosh! Nina, you're a lifesaver!"

Wynne squealed with excitement.

Serena could already picture her bouncing around with her phone, and the thought made her chuckle.

There was no time like the present. She wasn't feeling tired anyway.

Her first instinct was to book a ride, but the idea of driving out to the villa this late and dealing with the trip back felt like more trouble than it was worth. She turned her head and spotted the car keys sitting on the entryway cabinet.

"Well, that worked out nicely."

Hugh had only just given her the keys, and she was already putting them to use.

Serena didn't bother changing into anything formal because no one would be around to see her anyway. She grabbed the car keys, slipped on her loungewear, and headed downstairs.

She went into the elevator, heading to the underground garage.

She had barely taken a step when two familiar figures came into view, walking straight toward her.

"You again?"

Wendy's irritation was obvious. Her tone was sharp and laced with accusation. "You're going out like that in the middle of the night, Serena? Who are you trying to impress?"