512 An Invitation to Wendy
When Christian heard Naomi’s words, he immediately became wary.
“Why do you suddenly want Wendy’s contact information?”
He had no desire to get involved with someone as dangerous as Wendy ever again.
Naomi, however, had no intention of letting him question her. “Just tell me. Don’t talk so much.
Since he was taking her money, Christian didn’t want to pry further. After all, the less he knew, the safer he would be.
So he gave Naomi Wendy’s contact information.
After pocketing the money, Christian left immediately.
Naomi looked down at the slip of paper in her hand. On it were not only Wendy’s phone number but also her WhatsApp ID.
She raised an eyebrow.
If Wendy was really as powerful as Christian claimed, then helping her might be the same as securing herself a way out.
With a backer like that, even Nathaniel would have to think twice before making a move against her.
And if Wendy eventually became the head of the Foster family, siding with her could bring no small amount of benefits.
The more Naomi thought about it, the more flawless her plan seemed. As long as she could show enough sincerity, Wendy would surely agree to take her in as a partner.
In Westbrook, having someone to rely on was more important than anything. Without it, you were in real danger.
Once Naomi had prepared her pitch, she called Wendy.
When Wendy saw an unfamiliar number, she didn’t even glance at it before hanging up. But when the same number called again, she hesitated.
Reclining on the sofa in her bedroom, Wendy let it ring a few more times before finally answering.
“Talk.”
Her tone was flat. Lately, there had been far too much chatter online, and she had no desire for her affairs to become public knowledge–especially since the ring was now in her elder brother’s possession.
Its secret could be exposed at any
time.
The uncertainty had left Wendy irritable, unwilling to take anyone’s calls.
Then Naomi’s voice came through the line.
“Ms. Wendy, it’s me, Naomi.”
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Chapter 512 An Invitation to Wendy
Wendy didn’t recognize the voice at first, but the moment she heard the name, her eyes opened.
“Naomi?” she said. “You’re the one who gave the ring to Henry, aren’t you? Since you’ve already handed it over, why are you calling me?”
Her current situation was, more than likely, Naomi’s fault.
Wendy hadn’t expected her to have the nerve to call. If not for her connection to Nathaniel–and the fact that she was carrying his child–Wendy would have had her taken care of long ago.
“I was wondering if you’d have time to meet me alone. I have a gift for you.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“What if it’s related to the ring?”
At that, Wendy paused.
The ring had been given to Henry, who had then passed it to her brother. Now he held her lifeline in his hands, and all her enterprises were paralyzed, forcing her to stay put in the Foster family estate.
“Fine. Find a time, but mine is limited.”
She examined her freshly done nails and added, “If you’re coming to me over something trivial, then even as Nathaniel’s woman, I won’t show you any mercy.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll definitely be interested in this. But it has to stay between us, and you have to agree to be my backer from now on.”
“That depends on what kind of leverage you have. I don’t keep useless people around.”
“Tonight, then,” Wendy said. “Pick a place. You’ll have fifteen minutes.”
She hung up.
Meanwhile, Eliza and Nolan had just received photos from their contacts overseas. They had indeed located a factory, though it appeared to be shut down.
“You can’t see much of the inside. Looks like this place has been here for about twenty years,” the contact reported via voice message while livestreaming the scene to Eliza and Nolan.
It seemed someone lived inside the factory year–round.
“There’s a big iron lock on the gate. We couldn’t get it open, so we couldn’t get in. There’s a card reader inside that requires an employee scan to unlock it.”
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