Chapter 1583
Someone was knocking at the door of a hotel room right now. It was a man dressed in all ck, his
hat pulled low to avoid revealing his face to any security cameras.
The door opened, and it was Grace who answered it. Upon seeing the man, Grace asked with
confusion, "Who are you?"
“I''m here to offer advice.” He swiftly entered the room after his statement.
Wendy was sitting on the bed. Hearing the man''s words and sensing his entrance, she finally pulled
her gaze from her phone screen. She squinted slightly at the man''s mysterious demeanor. She
didn''t know him, but she asked, “How can you help me?" As long as she could reim everything
that was hers, she didn''t care who the man was..
The man scoffed, “What other options do you think you have at this point?"
Wendy closed her eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and retorted, “I''m not in the mood for your
nonsense. If you have nothing to say, please leave."
“You prefer to see Chloe panic and break down more than you want to reim what you lost, right?"
The man asked.
Wendy''s eyshes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, "Yes, I would rather see Chloe
defeated, panicked, and broken. I don''t care about the Alonso family!"
The man smiled at her answer, "It''s simple then. If you dislike something, then get rid of it.
“Are you suggesting I take Chloe out directly?” Wendy interrupted him with a coldugh, "Do you
think I haven''t thought of that? Chloe is heavily guarded by Damon''s men. Even if I decide to go all
out, I would only make a fool of myself. I can''t even get close to her!"
In reality,st night would have been the best opportunity. But at that time, she thought she could do
nothing and still make Chloe taste defeat. And now...
"I know that. Strike her at the vital spot. You can''t touch her, but what about those that she cares
about the most?” The man said.
Wendy''s pupils constricted. She was silent for a long while before a cold smile crept onto her lips.
Looking up at the man in front of her, her face was filled with mockery. “You want to use me to take
out Yasmine.” Wendy said.
The man smirked, not denying it, “I''m giving you the opportunity to get back at your worst enemy.
This isn''t something I can''t do, but it would be more satisfying for you to deal the hardest blow to
your foe, wouldn''t it? I save energy, and you achieve your goal. Think about it, the recently returned
mother suddenly dies in front of her. I believe Ms. Summers’ reaction would be quite interesting!"
The man''s words were clearly enticing, but Wendy''s face began to show signs of madness. Yes. He
was right.
Seeing her most beloved mother die in front of her, what would Chloe''s reactions be like?
She would cherish it and savor it for a lifetime.
The man saw her expression and knew that his n had worked, "I''ll wait for your good news.’ After
saying this, he turned to leave. As he was about to open the door, Wendy''s voice rang out from
behind him, "Does Princess Ava know of your visit today?"
The man didn''t turn around as he responded, “Why would she need to know?"
Still hiding his n?
Wendy chuckled, "Yes, I hate Chloe, but that doesn''t mean I need to target her mother. You use me
to get rid of Yasmine, and everyone will think I''m taking my hatred out on her mother. They won''t
know that it''s all part of your n. From then on, Princess Ava will have no worries. There''s no one
else who can''t tolerate Yasmine as much as she can. So, in the end, she''s the biggest winner!
You''ve never met me before, yet you want to consider my feelings and give me this opportunity? Sir,
do you think I''m stupid enough to believe such ame excuse?"
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The man finally turned around, "So?"
Wendy smirked, "The excuse may beme, but it''s correct. Go back and tell her, I can fulfill her
wishes, but she must return the Alonso family to me once she seeds!"
“That shouldn''t be difficult. I believe someone who has just lost their mother won''t be able to handle
everything at once. By then, not just the Alonso family, but all her properties won''t be a problem.”
The man said.
Wendy finally revealed a satisfied and obviously crazed smile, “That''s great! That''s the result I want
to see."
The man didn''t say anything else. He lowered his hat, opened the door, and walked out.
Grace, who had been standing aside, somewhat understood the situation and disapproved, “Wendy,
you''re young. Don''t be so reckless."
“Mom, I know what I''m doing! Besides, if we want the Alonso family back, we have to rely on Aunt
Ava, dont we? As long as she''s secure, she will help us! I need to satisfy her and get my revenge,
why wouldn''t I?" Wendy said.
Grace remained silent, furrowing her brows, "Don''t act rashly”"
"I know." Wendy''s eyes darkened. It was a big decision and she had to make it count, how could
she act rashly?
The online mockery of Wendy gradually cooled down. Someone mentioned Chloe''s evening dress,
and the attention shifted to the dress and the drama in Chloe''s hands. Everyone was greatly
interested in these two projects.
Some said that Chloe''s business acumen was truly admirable. She attended a business dinner
completely unrted to her projects, but her dress easily promoted two uing industries.
The show''s poprity rose before it even aired, and the embroidery techniques on the dress were
bound to be a trend. The dress boosted the show''s poprity, and the poprity of the show
would eventually create a craze. The twoplemented each other, and the trend was
unstoppable. Any businessman with a bit of sense would realize this after the fact.
Presley had also been reading the news aboutst night for a while. The ugly faces of the Alonso
family were too much for him to bear.
Ironically, seeing Chloe standing on the stage with her insufferably arrogant attitude towards Wendy,
tantly ying the viin, was enough to make anyone grind their teeth. Yet, there was something
oddly not so repulsive about it.
However, actions were one thing, Image, in his book, was another. Just the fact that she had
bewitched his most prized grandson into such a disgraceful state was enough for him to never
forgive her.
He stared at the massive t-screen TV, his eyes filled with disapproval, "What a clever trick, always
turning the tables."