Never See You Again

Wendy was a socialite by birth so she had never been treated so disrespectfully. 

However, the butler eyed her contemptuously and sneered, “Mr. Brooks isn’t available to just meet anyone.” 

He signaled to the two security guards and ordered, “Ms. Ramoz disapproves of your outfit. Strip it off her!” 

“Yes, sir!” The guards lunged at Wendy and ripped her dress. 

Horrified, Wendy’s face turned ashen as the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. 

Her haute couture gown was shredded in seconds. As she hurriedly clutched her chest, she stammered, “H–How can you do this to me?” 

“You’re just a gold digger that got in through connections. If you’re trying to seduce Mr. Brooks, you don’t stand a chance.” 

The butler tossed a bank card at her feet and continued, “This will cover your gown. Don’t ever show up at the Brooks Estate again. Ms. Ramoz doesn’t want to see you.” 

Everyone watched as Wendy, barely covered, picked up the card and fled to her car. 

“Go! Get me out of here!” Never had Wendy been so humiliated. How could she ever face the elites again after being thrown out by the Brooks family? Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She fled in disgrace just as Bryce’s car arrived. With him was Mason. 

“Mr. Grant…” Mason, who was dressed in a designer suit, sat beside Bryce. 

Bryce smiled and said, “Since you’re the one Maeve chose, just call me Bryce in private.” 

“Why do I have to come?” Mason asked. 

“Because… she wants to give Conner a big surprise.” 

As Bryce and Mason stepped out of the car, they instantly became the center of attention. 

Bryce spotted Zayla in the hall and asked, “Ms. Bellingham, where’s Maeve?” 

“Ms. Scott was just summoned upstairs.” 

“By Sergio?” 

“Yes.” 

Bryce frowned and glanced at the second floor. 

Upstairs, Larry led Maeve to Sergio’s study. Maeve rarely visited the Brooks Estate. It was where Sergio lived before their marriage, which was much grander than Brooks Manor. 

Larry knocked on the door. “Mr. Brooks, Ms. Scott is here.” 

“Come in.” 

Larry had already started addressing Maeve differently. 

As the door opened, Maeve saw Sergio at his desk, wearing gold–rimmed glasses and holding a document. 

His gaze was as cold and distant as ever as if she were just another business partner. 

“Why did you call me, Mr. Brooks?” 

“I’ve redrafted the divorce agreement.” 

Sergio pushed the document toward Maeve. She took it and began reading the terms. 

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