The tinted windows of the luxurious car allowed those inside to see out, but no one could peer inside.
Wendy couldn't see Stanley, but she could feel the weight of his cold, dark gaze, fixated on her and Nathan.
Why had he suddenly shown up to find her?
Wendy turned to Nathan. "Nathan, it's getting late. I think I should head back to my dorm."
Nathan grinned. "Alright, I'll come find you next time."
He got into his Ferrari, and with a loud roar, the sports car sped off.
Wendy watched Nathan leave before she walked toward the Rolls-Royce Phantom. She reached for the backseat door and slid inside.
The Rolls-Royce glided smoothly down the road, the luxurious interior illuminated by the neon lights of the night. Stanley's hands, long and defined, gripped the steering wheel. The soft glow from the streetlights outside flickered across his handsome face, casting shadows and creating an air of mystery, as if his face were part of a classic black-and-white film.
Wendy broke the silence first. "Mr. Hawk, did you need something from me?"
Stanley's deep voice was eerily indifferent. "Are you really dating Nathan?"
Wendy nodded. "Yes."
"You're not right for him."
"Why's that?"
"The Lowes would never consider someone like you. The Lowes want a debutante from a well-matched family. You'll never step into their door—you'll only be Nathan's plaything for a while."
Since Stanley had always looked down on her, he was probably unaware of how hurtful his words were.
"Then I'll just play along."
What?
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