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Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!

Chapter 1068: Shameless Homewrecker
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Chapter 1068: Chapter 1068: Shameless Homewrecker

Seeing Vincent Warner walking over, the manager quickly smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Sorry to disturb President Warner, should I take you to a private room on the second floor?"

Vincent Warner didn’t respond and stopped in front of Stella Charlie, grabbing her wrist in an unperturbed manner, looking at her scalded and reddened hand, and said lightly, "Take her to the hospital."

Everyone at Yvonne Quincy’s table and the restaurant manager were stunned.

Stella Charlie herself was a bit surprised, hesitating for two seconds before quickly pulling back her hand: "...No need, it’s not a big deal."

Vincent Warner slightly furrowed his brows: "Wait."

He turned and walked back to the dining table, lowered his head to say a few words to the others at the table, and then picked up his jacket and car keys from the back of the chair and walked toward Stella Charlie.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you."

Stella Charlie stood there in a daze, while Yvonne Quincy’s group was also dumbfounded.

The manager quickly reacted, sensing that Stella Charlie and Vincent Warner seemed to have an unusual relationship, and hurriedly said, "Stella, you should go. I’ll calculate your wages and transfer them directly to you later. It’s better to rest for a couple of days since your hand is injured."

"I’ll get the car, change your clothes and wait for me at the entrance." Not waiting for Stella Charlie to say anything, Vincent Warner dropped this sentence and walked towards the parking lot.

The manager smiled and patted Stella Charlie, saying, "Go on, it seems your luck has arrived."

Stella Charlie kept her head down, not daring to look around, sensing that all eyes and discussion were focused on her.

She felt embarrassed to stay here and keep working, and was worried that Vincent Warner would wait for her in the car at the entrance, so she hurried to the cloakroom to change back into her clothes.

The scalded hand burned a little, but it wasn’t to the extent that she needed to go to the hospital.

Moreover, it seemed he had things to attend to, with a table of people waiting for him in the restaurant.

So, after getting in the car, Stella Charlie said, "Can you just drop me off at a nearby pharmacy? I’ll just buy some ointment."

Vincent Warner glanced at Stella Charlie through the rearview mirror and asked, "Are those girls your classmates?"

The sudden change in topic left Stella Charlie stunned for a moment before replying, "...Same school."

"Do they bully you like this at school too?"

Stella Charlie was taken aback and looked up at Vincent Warner, realizing he had witnessed the whole incident.

"...No, we don’t have much interaction at school."

Vincent Warner didn’t say anything further, and drove the car to the hospital for professional treatment of the burn.

By the time they left the hospital, it was completely dark.

Vincent Warner directly drove her back to school, stopping the car at the familiar intersection: "Get some rest, don’t work yourself too hard."

Stella Charlie agreed verbally, saying, "Okay, thank you."

She pushed the car door open and got out, spotting Yvonne Quincy and her group on the opposite side of the road.

They were pointing and whispering as they looked her way, making Stella Charlie feel inexplicably guilty, and she lowered her head, walking quickly toward the school.

But she couldn’t escape.

By the time she returned to school, her story had spread through the freshman group and the campus forum.

Gold digger, vain, kept by wealthy men, skilled at seducing men, willing to do anything for money, a shameless homewrecker...

Just based on a photo of her standing next to a luxury car, all sorts of stories were fabricated.

As the rumors grew more absurd, the scarier part was that many people believed them.

When she reached the dormitory entrance, the few people inside were also discussing her.

"She’s just too filthy, right? Who knows what kind of dirty disease she might have?"

"Exactly, let’s make her move out. I’ll fetch a basin of water and pour it on her bed, force her to leave! Living with someone like that is just disgusting!"

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