Chapter 303

At the Of Mare, part of Sunlight Club, Wanda had spent the whole afternoon pampering herself with every spa treatment they

offered. It was not until the evening sky dimmed that she and Amber headed back to the locker room, feeling refreshed and

vibrant, every bit the star she was..

She traded the club’s comfy robe for her chic personal outfit and, on a whim, checked her phone. A smile of

sheer delight spread across her face.

Wanda’s phone lit up with over twenty missed calls, all from Kelvin. She glanced at Amber, offering a sheepish grin before

stepping aside to return the call. “Kelvin!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and delight. Marcus didn’t give you a hard

time, did he? You got your phone back?”

Meanwhile, Kelvin had just exited Ol Mare International Airport, Wanda’s voice ringing in his ears. Guilt

washed over his face, but he kept his tone steady. “Wanda, where are you? I’m at Ol Mare.”

Wanda paused, her face a canvas of shock. “You're here, too? Oh, right, the company’s schedule is slammed

with appointments. But what about Marcus? He’s not after me anymore?”

With a forced smile and eyes heavy with remorse, Kelvin replied, “Yeah, the boss smoothed things over with Marcus Ledger.

They've made peace. He sent me to pick you up—there’s a mountain of work back at the company waiting for you!”

Wanda’s doubts melted away, her smile beaming. As the company’s star, the darling of the screen and stage. she had resources

galore at her disposal. The thought of fleeing to Ol‘ Mare and leaving her career hanging

had been unbearable.

However, a truce with Marcus was more than she could have hoped for.

“Wanda?” Kelvin’s voice brought her back. “Send me your location. I'll cab over, or you can come to me-

whatever works for you!”

While chatting, she kept the line open and flicked through her phone, sharing her live location with Wanda’s

cell.

“Amber!”

Their bond had deepened over the day, evolving from the formal ‘Miss Chesire’ to the affectionate ‘Amber’.

Wanda hung up and dashed over to Amber, her face alight with joy. “Guess what? My agent just called-I’m heading back to

Zabaleta!”

Amber, freshly changed, eyed Wanda’s guileless grin, a hint of concern creasing her brow. “Wanda, that’s awesome, but...

doesn't it seem a little out of the blue?”

Wanda’s head bobbed in a ‘no’.

What was out of the blue about it? Kelvin was her mentor, her guardian in the cutthroat showbiz world. He treated her like a

sister. She would doubt anyone else, but Kelvin? She trusted him with her heart.

“Chill, Amber!**

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Wanda was on cloud nine, pulling a goofy face at Amber and chuckling. “Kelvin’s got my back, He’s the one

who got me to OI‘ Mare! Once I’m back at the office. II reshuffle my calendar-New Chesire Group’s got my full

attention.”

Amber’s worries lingered, but she bit her tongue and followed Wanda to the club’s grand hall.

Unbeknownst to them, the hall held secrets of events past.

The mess from Andrew. Hec, and Hunter’s grisly incident had been swiftly cleared away by the staff. With a casual wave,

Alexander signaled Ray to follow and then, with a warm smile, ushered Amber and Wanda into

the car. “So, where are we off to?”

“The airport!”

Wanda, phone in hand, brought up the location Kelvin had sent her and with a mischievous grin said. “Alex, I need a favor. My

agent’s on the way to pick me up, and Marcus won't be a problem anymore!”

A flicker of curiosity crossed Alexander’s face, but he kept his thoughts to himself, simply replying. “Alright.”

They zoomed off to the airport in the flashy red Porsche.

At the exit of Ol’ Mare International Airport.

Kelvin was a bundle of nerves, standing less than a mile from the terminal, his eyes darting around as he paced. It was evident

he was impatient.

“Kelvin!”

Wanda burst t out of the Porsche before it had fully stopped, her face alight with happiness. “Got our tickets? When's our flight?

Oh! What happened to you? That's a nasty bump on your forehead. Did Marcus do that? That Ledger is the worst!”

“I'm okay.” Kelvin tensed up at the sight of Wanda, his hand instinctively going to the bump on his forehead, the shadow of guilt

passing quickly from his eyes.

With a forced cheerfulness, he said, “It’s too late for a flight to Zabaleta tonight. Let’s catch the high-speed

train instead!”

He shot a wary glance at the Porsche, then, with a sense of urgency, took Wanda’s hand and led her toward the line of taxis

waiting outside the airport.

“Wait.”

The two stood there when the driver’s side door of the Porsche swung open smoothly. Alexander strode up quickly, his gaze

locked on Kelvin’s eyes.

Aslight smile played on his lips as he observed, “You can’t seem to meet my eyes, and there’s a sheen of sweat on your brow.

Looks like you're hiding something.

“Come on, out with it. How much did Marcus pay you off? Or is it...you’ve been threatened?”