HappyNovelChapter 0692
Dylan glanced at Desmond and waved him off. "Go ahead."
"On it!" Desmond replied cheerfully, walking out with a spring in his step. He couldn't help but marvel at his own
flawless performance.
Not a single crack in his act! At this rate, he might have a future in the
entertainment industry.
With his impeccable acting, he could probably win Best Actor someday.
At first, Suzy didn't realize she'd been duped by the duo. It was only when Dylan's lingering glance at Desmond
gave them away that it clicked.
So, he ignored her calls on purpose.
Fine!
Suzy decided not to waste her energy confronting them. She had bigger problems to deal with—namely, her
father's sudden decision to marry the fake Charlotte. "Dylan, your so-called employee..." Suzy began, her tone
sharp with frustration.
"I thought she was honest and decent, someone | could actually be grateful for. Turns out, she's a wolf in sheep's
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Dylan raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "What happened?"
Suzy's laugh was short and humorless. "She wants to marry my father!"
"Marry your father?" Dylan's surprise was genuine. "Did she say that?"
"My father ctoout of nowhere, saying he wanted to marry her. So, | thought I'd ask her to help dissuade
him from the idea. And what did she do? She said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him!"
Suzy threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Your oh-so-loyal subordinate isn't just ambitious-she's downright shameless. | should've known her generosity
wasn't without reason. Turns out, she's aiming to becmy stepmother!"
Initially, Suzy had opposed the idea out of fairness.
After all, her father's feelings were for the real Charlotte, not this imposter.
It seemed unfair for the girl to be burdened with misplaced affections.
But now that Suzy knew the girl's true intentions, it felt like she'd been played from the start.
It wasn't just her father's sudden decision to propose that irritated her-it was the growing suspicion that the fake
Charlotte had been manipulating him all along.
If her intentions were pure, Suzy might have reluctantly accepted the marriage, reasoning that the girl deserved
sform of acknowledgment.
But now, everything had taken on a different meaning.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
She turned to Dylan, her eyes blazing. "Dylan, you're the one who brought her into the picture. You deal with it."
Without waiting for a response, Suzy spun on her heel and stormed out, not sparing him a single glance.
Tricking her into coming here? Suzy didn't even need to ask to know exactly what he had in mind. Too bad for
him—she wasn't about to give him any chance.
"Wait a second-"
Suzy pretended not to hear him, her pace steady and unrelenting.
Even when he called out, "I need to use the restroom. Can you help me?"
"Don't tell me, after being injured for so long, you still haven't figured out how to go to the bathroom on your
own?"
If she hadn't come, he would have managed on his own anyway, so what was the point of putting on an act now?
"Most of the time, Desmond helps me," Dylan replied with a heavy sigh.
"But since he's not here... Oh well, I'll manage. | suppose it's t| learned to
take care of myself. | can't expect people to helpwith everything forever. If | stay like this for the rest of my
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Suzy stopped mid-step.
He was doing it on purpose!
Still, guilt pricked at her. After all, his injury was her fault.
With a resigned sigh, she wheeled Dylan to the restroom.
But the moment they reached the door, he pushed his luck further.
"My hands have been weak lately," he said, his tone dripping with mock helplessness. "Can you helptake off
my pants?"
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