Chapter 757 Zac and Lucy’s Spat
Mr. Carlos, probably a little tipsy, responded vaguely.
Cherise’s grip tightened around her phone at the mention of SumTimes, Gwenn’s workplace. The mere idea of Gwenn tampering with her academic paper sent a wave of nausea.
For the past five years, Cherise had consciously avoided conflict with Gwenn. Engaging with someone like her held no appeal, and Cherise had her own life and responsibilities to prioritize. But the more she avoided, the brazen Gwenn became, especially lately.
Cherise closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, knowing the time for settling scores with Gwenn was coming.
However, the immediate concern was Zachary and Lyra’s wedding. He had gotten injured shielding her, and she felt obligated to see the arrangements in his absence.
With this thought in mind, they arrived at the New World Restaurant. Damien, ever composed, opened her door and said, “I have friends at SumTimes. Don’t worry, I’ll get them to look into this.”
Cherise finally allowed her grip to relax, a wave of relief washing over her. She knew Gwenn wouldn’t back down easily, but with Damien on her side, she had nothing to fear.
Together, they walked hand-in-hand into the lively venue.
Damien had reserved the entire third floor of the New World Restaurant for the lab gathering. As Cherise and Damien walked up the stairs, the sounds of laughter and lively chatter reached their ears.
A smile spread across Cherise’s face; it had been long since she had attended such a vibrant event.
Sometimes, when life throws you curveballs, seeing others reveling in joy can be just the antidote your spirit needs.
Pushing open the door to the third floor, they were met with an eruption of cheers. Heather, beaming, instantly calling out, “Hey, Cherry! Mr. Lenoir!”
Mr. Carlos, brimming with excitement, approached Damien with a raised wine gla*s.
Cherise smiled, her grip tightening on Damien’s hand. Just as she was about to join the festivities, her eyes fell upon Lennon. Seated next to Heather, he was engaged in a lively conversation, occasionally taking a sip from his drink..
A sudden unease washed over Cherise, prompting a frown.
She couldn’t help but imagine how Lucy would react if she walked in on Damien sharing such intimacy. with another woman. It mirrored the same discomfort Cherise felt when she encountered Lucy’s husband, intimately conversing and sharing drinks with another woman at a bar alone.
With pursed l*ps, Cherise contemplated whether to inform Lucy. As if summoned by her thoughts, the door swung open, revealing Lucy clad in black. She walked in with a purposeful stride, oblivious to Cherise and Damien standing by the entrance.
Her eyes immediately found Lennon, and she marched towards him briskly, leaving no room for
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“Have you already forgotten what I told you? No drinking, remember? Is your liver on a suicide mission? And your stomach, is it looking forward to retirement?” Lucy’s voice cut through the festive atmosphere.
She snatched the gla*s from Heather’s hand, which she had just filled for Lennon, and slammed it on the floor. The shattering sound echoed through the room, abruptly silencing the festive crowd.
“I don’t care if you wish to kill yourself, but before you do, please donate your kidneys to someone who actually wants to live!
Lucy’s words, laced with raw anger and fierce determination, silenced the entire third floor. Brimming with conversations and laughter, the previously boisterous crowd froze.
All eyes turned towards her, the once joyous atmosphere replaced by a tense silence, broken only by hushed whispers.
Heather felt her face burn with shame. The shattered gla*s on the floor served as a reminder of her actions. Despite knowing his health concerns, she invited Lennon, filled his gla*s, and encouraged him to drink. Now, she was forced to confront the consequences of her behavior.
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