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Chapter 63: Test Your Eyesight

Sandra encountered a small, injured dog lying on the road.

If not for her excellent driving skills, the dog would have likely been

struck.

“Should we keep it home?”

She alighted from the car, deftly bandaging the dog.

Wesley, indifferent to animals, did not object.

Joey whispered softly to Sandra,

“Mr. Cooper treats you quite well.”

Sandra was puzzled, “Really?”

Joey struggled to articulate his thoughts.

Sandra asked, “How can you teff?”

Joey scratched the back of his head!

“In truth, Mr. Cooper is not particularly fond of animals,” he confessed.

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Carrying the dog, Joey hurried back to the car.

It was smelly.

But Wesley’s expression remained unchanged.

Sandra, with a slight smile, teased, “Since you’ve been wanting to exercise more, perhaps you could bathe the dog after we get home?”

Wesley remained silent, his facade momentarily cracking.

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Joey’s heart raced in fear.

Good heavens!

Wasn’t this akin to courting death?

He reckoned it better to get out of the car right away.

The dog, with gleaming eyes, curiously surveyed its surroundings.

It has a new mommy and daddy now.

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Upon arrival at the villa, the dog hopped out of the car, boldly inspecting its new residence.

Joey chuckled resignedly, “You certainly make yourself at home.”

He proceeded to carry the dog to the shower, not daring to entrust Wesley with the task of bathing it, as the dog’s life would surely be in peril.

Sandra had been jesting earlier and would not coerce Wesley into performing tasks he disliked.

After alighting from the car, Wesley stood still, repeatedly caressing the car’s bonnet.

Sandra understood he was reminiscing about his old companion in battle.

“I’ll be upstairs,” she said.

Sandra had a shower and treated the injuries on her body.

Afterward, she noticed her phone buzzing incessantly.

It was Angela.

Unable to swallow her pride, she was tempted to pick another fight.

Sandra, unwilling to indulge Angela’s petulance, hung up.

However, Angela persisted, calling repeatedly.

Finally, Sandra gave in and answered the call.

“Sandra, don’t be so smug,” Angela began.

Sandra’s reply dripped with amusement, “Hearing your rage makes me smugger. What should I do about that?”

Even through the phone, Angela’s teeth–grinding rage was audible.

“Sandra!”

Angela inhaled deeply, her tone laced with ferocity.

“You think you already won Wesley’s favor?”

Sandra scoffed,

“I did not.”

“All you did was win him a car. How dare you be so impolite to my mom?”

Sandra smiled,

“You seem to have consistently misunderstood me. I have never been inclined to be polite to Debra.”

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Taken aback, Angela protested, “Anyway, don’t assume you’ve held a position in the family. For Wesley, you’re merely an understudy.”

This revelation piqued Sandra’s interest.

“Oh?”

“You’ve never noticed?” Angela taunted. “Wesley always wears a

beaded bracelet on his wrist.”

Chopper Chapter 63: Test Your Eyesight

Sandra yawned, “I have no interest in riddles, speak plainly or I’ll end the call.”

Angela laughed.

“It seems you’re afraid to hear the truth.”

“That bracelet was a gift from a woman, he’s worn them ever since.”

“Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention,” Angela added,

“That car you won tonight–it was a gift from that same woman.”

“How does it feel?” queried Angela.

“The car you won at such cost is a token of Wesley’s affection for another.”

“Are you ready to cry now?”

Sandra disconnected the call, frustrated by wasting time for nothing.

Lifting her gaze, she noticed the bedroom door opening.

Fresh from his bath, Wesley witnessed her evident irritation.

Approaching, he presented her with an apple.

“Thank you for today,” he said.

Sandra bit into the apple, her mood slightly brightening.

“No need for gratitude,” she responded. “After all, I have many favors to ask of you in the future.”

Wesley wasn’t surprised, “I’m at your disposal.”

With that, he lay down on the bed.

Sandra blinked, “…Are you going to sleep now? Let’s chat a bit.”

Wesley, hands folded on his abdomen, suggested, “We can chat while lying down together.”

Sandra knew he had no pornography on his mind but she blushed.

She returned to her own bed,

“Forget it, let’s sleep.”

The following day.

Sandra could no longer slack off at work.

The entire technical department observed her as though she were a

rare creature.

They glanced at her intermittently and compared her with the videos online.

“Sandra, I can’t believe that it was really you!”

someone said, holding up a video of the race.

Sandra responded, “You should test your eyesight then.”

“Sandra, that prize money was quite substantial,” her colleague

remarked.

Substantial?

She had only taken the car.

Joey said nothing about the sum, so it can’t be that substantial.

“Sandra, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Was it Jagger who taught you to race?”

“Or was it you who taught Jagger to race?”

Sandra replied with sincere conviction, “I give you two nos.”

Her racing skills were not so bad that she needed to be taught by Jagger.

She had to fight for her reputation. Meanwhile, Sandra’s phone rang again.