Upon hearing Summer Shawcross's words, Wendy Linden's face lit up with a happy expression.
"That's true... I don't think his taste is that bad!"
Summer Shawcross was at a loss for words. If Noah Drexler ever found out that he actually married her with such poor taste, he might be furious enough to spit blood.
"Do you have any other questions? If not, I should be leaving." Summer Shawcross glanced at Wendy Linden and then asked somewhat impatiently.
"Summer Shawcross, tonight I want to challenge you to a bet!" Wendy Linden looked at Summer Shawcross with a hint of unwillingness on her face.
All these years, she never once won against her.
"Sorry, I'm really busy now and don't have time for such trivial things!" Summer Shawcross refused without a second thought and turned to leave.
But after taking just two steps, Wendy Linden's voice sounded behind her.
"If you win against me, I'll return that violin to you."
