Chapter 702

Chapter 702:

Madisyn merely smiled lightly in response. “Now you need to make Patty truly believe you have a girlfriend. That will only make her angrier, and she’ll demand a hefty breach penalty. By then, it’ll be the perfect moment to reveal our relationship.”

Just as she finished speaking, Waylon’s phone rang.

It was Patty.

Madisyn gestured for him to take the call.

Waylon answered. Patty’s voice rang through with an air of superiority. “Waylon, do you finally get it? If you leave me, you’ll be criticized by everyone!”

Her tone dripped with arrogance. “If you’re with me, I can help you become a global star! But if you turn your back on me, I’ll make sure you struggle to survive in this industry!” She was convinced that no one in their right mind would dare reject her.

After all, she was rich and stunning, and countless people longed for her favor but found themselves unable to win it.

Waylon’s fists tightened in frustration as he shot back, “I don’t like you! Patty, I’ve told you countless times, you’re just not my type!”

“What do you mean? You’re into that woman in the photos, aren’t you?” Patty’s fury flared instantly. “What’s so special about her? She’s no match for me!”

Patty couldn’t believe it. That woman wasn’t even wearing anything luxurious!

What could Waylon possibly see in her?

With a sneer, she said, “Oh, I get it now. You’re into women who are beneath you, huh? You’re just like every other man.”

These men only wanted women who could boost their egos.

“Be my boyfriend, and I could give you everything you want,” Patty tried to tempt Waylon once more.

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“Even if she weren’t around, I still wouldn’t like you.” Waylon let out a cold laugh.

“So, you do like her?” Patty hissed through gritted teeth. Waylon fell silent.

His silence was deafening, like a blade twisting in Patty’s heart.

The man she had pursued for so long was drawn to someone she considered beneath her—a blow to her pride that cut deep.

“Fine, Waylon, you’ll regret this,” Patty said coldly before hanging up the phone.

Madisyn, unfazed by the drama, let out a yawn.

Waylon suggested, “You should get some sleep, Madisyn. You need the rest.”

“Alright,” Madisyn replied.

Waylon also went to bed, eager to sleep in until noon.

It had been days since he’d gotten a decent night’s rest, and he wasn’t keen on being awake for Andrew’s engagement anyway.

However, he was jolted awake early by the loud crackle of fireworks.

Savannah’s engagement had kicked off with a bang, quite literally.

He groaned, muttering curses under his breath as he tried—and failed—to drown out the noise by pulling the blanket over his head. Just then, footsteps echoed outside his door. Curious, he got up and opened it, spotting Madisyn heading downstairs. Without hesitation, he followed her.

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