Chapter 326

Ansel Miller's slightly upturned eyes curved faintly as he spoke, but there wasn't a trace of warmth in his expression—only biting mockery. The moment Jenna heard his voice, she sat up straight. Her gaze darted toward him, filled with tension and guarded wariness. "Why are you here?" Though she posed it as a question, her voice trembled, betraying the fear she tried hard to suppress. Ansel placed the vase back in its original spot before finally turning to face her. "If I hadn't come, were you planning to keep me in the dark?" His voice was cold, and every word that came from his thin lips carried a venomous chill that made the air feel sharp. Jenna flinched instinctively and leaned back slightly. "No. There were just some unexpected developments lately. I-I can handle it." "How many chances have I given you? And what results have you delivered?" His tone was glacial, each word slicing through the room like shards of ice. "You think turning Wendy into the target of public scorn