Wendy set down her coffee cup and looked across at Vanessa. "Who was that?"

Vanessa placed her phone on the table. "Derek Linister."

"The private investigator?" Wendy arched an eyebrow. "Did he find anything?"

"Jenna is working as a beverage promoter at Studio 54." Vanessa tapped her screen lightly. "Ethan rarely goes there."

She quickly transferred twenty thousand to Derek and opened the newly received photo.

The girl in the picture wore a JK uniform with a bright smile. Vanessa sneered. "How could trash like her be worthy of marrying Ethan?"

"Let me see." Wendy took the phone, studied it carefully, and frowned. "She's quite pretty. That outfit would appeal to most men."

"Wendy!" Vanessa's voice sharpened abruptly.

Wendy chuckled awkwardly as she handed the phone back. "Just joking. She's nowhere near your league."

Internally, she noted Jenna's gentle aura and unique charm. But voicing that thought in front of Vanessa would be unwise.

Vanessa lifted her chin. "She's not even fit to polish my shoes. Grandma Blanche must be senile!"

Wendy stirred her coffee. "The old lady probably values her innocence. What's done is done. You should move on."

"Never!" Fire flashed in Vanessa's eyes. "Ethan belongs to me!"

Wendy shook her head helplessly. She'd advised Vanessa to pursue him openly before, but she'd been too proud. Now that he was married, she'd become obsessed.

"I have a nail appointment with Tanya." Wendy picked up her purse. "I should go."

Vanessa extended her slender hand. "I'll join you."