CHAPTER 13: CHAPTER 13: AFRAID TO ADMIT IT?

Vera Yates touched up her makeup in the bathroom and swayed back to the room.

Pushed the door open, and her flower-like face turned pale.

"Sorry, I’ve entered the wrong room."

"Vera Yates, the famous actress?"

Instantly, the room was in an uproar.

Vera Yates smiled charmingly, her graceful and cute demeanor making her the goddess in everyone’s eyes.

Sienna Quinn frowned slightly. Did Vera Yates really accidentally enter the wrong room? How could there be such a coincidence?

"Is this your welcome party today, Sienna? Congratulations on joining the company successfully."

Vera Yates acted familiarly, as if they were lifelong best friends.

"Actress Vance must have been waiting for my return all along."

Sienna’s cold voice kept people at arm’s length.

"...Of course, seeing you return makes me happy." Vera Yates felt a chill inside. What did Sienna mean? This elusive conversation left her feeling uncertain.

Sienna smiled faintly, her gaze becoming sharp as she stared into the woman’s eyes, "Of course you hoped I’d return, to give you the kidney transplant."

Thud!

Vera Yates’s makeup bag slipped from her arm and fell to the floor, appearing somewhat flustered.

"Sienna, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"What? Too scared to admit it?"

Sienna smiled faintly again, her suspicions getting confirmed here. The first kidney was also tricked away by Vera Yates.

She used to consider her a friend.

Vera Yates awkwardly smiled, her hands dangling on the sides and clenched into small fists.

What exactly does she know?

Could it be that she knows everything about the past?

For the first time, Vera Yates felt panicked. Was this still Sienna? Her sharp tone was unlike the timid demeanor from before.

"President Yates, President Lawson and I are just in the room next door, and we’ve been friends with Sienna for years. Why not join us?"

Axel Yates felt a bit troubled. After all, it was an internal company welcome party, and letting Vera Yates and Landon Lawson in was indeed inappropriate.

He glanced at Sienna, seeking her opinion.

Sienna, however, smiled and nodded, as if saying, "When it’s delivered to my door, should I still be polite?"

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"Sienna, why didn’t you inform us beforehand that you were coming back? We’re such good friends." Vera Yates clung to Landon Lawson’s arm, nestled naturally against the man’s shoulder, and looked at Sienna with a blooming smile.

Since when were we friends? When you wanted a kidney? Or when you aborted a child?

Sienna’s brows furrowed, seeing the affectionate looks between the two, her heart became sour.

The sourness flashed and disappeared.

"Inform you? So you can prepare the operating room in advance?"

Landon Lawson’s brows knit together. What’s with the operating room? Could there be things he doesn’t know?

Vera Yates glanced at Landon Lawson, panic sweeping over her heart, she awkwardly smiled, "Sienna still loves to joke as always."

"I never joke."

Felix Orwell turned his head, looking at Sienna who was bristling like a porcupine, this side of her was rarely seen, and he looked at Landon Lawson with interest.

So this is Sienna’s ex-husband? By the looks of it, he’s indeed a tough opponent.

With a wicked smile, even if he’s difficult to deal with, so what?

He’s here to help Sienna reclaim what belongs to her.

Feeling the man’s gaze, Landon Lawson’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Felix Orwell expressionlessly.

Who is he? What gives him the right to sit beside Sienna?

"You’ve met quite a few men over these five years abroad." Landon Lawson squinted his eyes, carrying a chill.

"There’s no need to explain to unimportant people." As for Landon Lawson, Sienna wouldn’t forgive him. If it weren’t for his one phone call, how could she have died on the operating table, losing her second child?

He, Landon Lawson, was the indirect executioner.

Landon Lawson watched the coldness in the woman’s eyes, his beautiful eyes deepened. She had schemed to become his wife, now she actually said he was unimportant?

Anger filled his eyes, his fists clenched slightly beneath the table, veins bulging as he struggled to restrain himself.

Vera Yates sensed the change in the man’s aura, looked at his fist, and experienced a tremor of anxiety.

She needed to do something, she couldn’t just surrender.

She took out her phone, and her fingers tapped lightly on the screen, a sly smile played on her lips.

Sienna, who was paying close attention to Vera Yates, saw the woman’s smile, and a bad premonition rose in her heart. She had underestimated Vera’s tactics and strategy before, and now she had to keep an extra eye open.

"Sienna, have some meat. You look so thin. How many days have you been back in the country? Can’t get accustomed to the climate?" Felix Orwell placed a piece of braised meat into Sienna’s bowl and affectionately ruffled her hair.

Squeak!

Landon Lawson gripped his chopsticks so tightly they squeaked, his face turning black as coal.

How dare he ruffle Sienna’s hair, and she actually allowed it?

The anger in his heart was unstoppable, even the breath he exhaled carried fury. His woman, no other man should touch her.