No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 269

Wendy pushed a French menu across the table to Ann.

"I can invite Miss James to the finest café," she said, "but what Miss James wants to drink, she must order for herself."

Ann stared at the French menu, her face burning with humiliation. Since she'd arrived, Wendy had been sipping her own coffee while only a glass of water sat in front of her. So this was why the old woman hadn't asked what she wanted to drink. It was a setup.

Ann's expression soured. "Mrs. Ferguson, I don't understand what you're trying to say," she said, her tone sharp.

This woman—so refined and polite on the surface—kept finding ways to belittle and undermine Ann. Ann couldn't figure her out, couldn't decode her subtle remarks, just like she couldn't make sense of the French menu in front of her.

This was the second time Wendy had humiliated her this way.

Ann's hands, hidden at her sides, clenched into tight fists.

One day, when she finally married into the Ferguson family, she would make this old woman pay.

Wendy didn't bother to hide her disdain. "My goal is for my son and his wife to divorce. Whether you and my son can be together openly after that is up to your own abilities."

Ann laughed, a bitter, angry sound. She shot up from her seat. "Mrs. Ferguson, you're the one who asked me here. I never begged you for your help."

Wendy nodded, unfazed. "I have a way to make York and Claudia divorce quickly. That is helping you. It's up to you whether you want to listen."

Ann's eyes flickered with uncertainty. She looked at Wendy, seeing not a woman but a cunning old fox.

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