Game Over No Second Chances novel Chapter 354

Sarah's eyes narrowed, and she clutched Cole's arm even tighter. "I really love Cole!"

"Then, why are you so paranoid around me? Do you think every woman in the world is trying to steal your man?" Wendy shot back coldly with all sarcasm.

Sarah was so furious she nearly stomped her foot.

But, before their argument could spiral any further, Cole shook off Sarah's hand and stepped forward.

"Tara, bring me in. If you two want to fight, do it outside before you come in." He looked visibly annoyed and strode ahead.

Tara hurried to catch up, but after catching the murderous look in Sarah's eyes, she kept a safe distance as she cautiously led Cole into the club.

In the lobby, Cole tossed his soaked coat at Tara, then turned back to look through the glass at the two women still arguing in the rain.

"Keep an eye on them. Everything they say or do—I want to hear it all later. And don't let that Wendy slip away. Once I'm done dealing with Sarah, arrange for me to meet her."

"Sure," Tara replied quickly. She folded his coat neatly, then glanced back outside at the two women—her cheek still faintly swollen from Sarah's slap.

"So what if Sarah acts high and mighty?" Tara thought bitterly. In the end, she was just another woman Cole didn't trust.

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Outside the club, with Cole gone, Sarah stepped closer, towering over Wendy in her high heels.

"If you're not here to seduce Cole, then what are you here for? Don't tell me that bitch Serena turned you against me and sent you to cause trouble?"

"You're delusional," Wendy sneered. "Serena and I are mortal enemies. One of us has to die for the other to live."

At the mention of Serena's name, Wendy trembled with rage.

"Even if I lose to Serena, I'd never stoop so low as to team up with a cheap stray like you. Especially one who's already been tossed aside."

With that, she ripped Wendy's expensive, delicate dress right down the front, exposing a swath of pale skin.

Wendy gasped and clutched her chest, stumbling back in shock.

Sarah flicked the logo tag between her fingers and laughed before tossing it to the ground.

"No matter how expensive the clothes are, you still reeked of poverty."

Laughing wildly, she strode into the club and handed her gleaming gold membership card to the manager. Then, someone immediately stepped up to clean her fingertips and shoes with a white cloth.

Wendy just watched it through the glass door.