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His Versatile Gorgeous Wife

Chapter 815
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It was only after Wendy tabled her inquiry that she realized that Elisabeth may not recognize Arielle. Thus, she quickly pulled out

her phone with the intention of showing her a photo.

But before she could do that, she heard Elisabeth say, “Arielle Moore? Oh, do you mean the pretty girl who's great at translation

and playing the piano?”

Wendy's face soured at that. Nonetheless, she had no choice but to nod in acknowledgment. “That's her.”

Without noticing how Wendy's expression has stiffened, the librarian replied warmly, “Head over to the first floor school archive.

You'll find her inside.”

“What? The archive?”

Wendy's inflection elevated a notch. Since timmemorial, the school archive had been a place of restricted access. Never mind

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the students, even the average teaching staff were not allowed in there without the express permission of the school’s leadership.

In her eagerness to reach the archive, she did not catch the last part of what Elisabeth said. “Arielle’s allowed to enter because she

was handed the key by Mr. Brown, but you‘re not permitted inside.”

Wendy's legs had already carried her to the archive’s entrance in a jiffy.

The door which was usually shut tight there was left partially ajar, and out eked a stream of light from the resultant gap.

Someone's indeed inside!

Pushing past the door, Wendy started to holler the moment she stepped through. “Arielle Moore!”

Arielle, who was flipping through the staff profiles, was caught out by this voice that cout of nowhere, and she lifted her head

only to see the smug-looking Wendy strut up to her.

Amidst her perturbation, Arielle asked, “Wendy? What are you doing here?”

Wendy scoffed as she towered over her. “Shouldn‘t | be the one asking that? How dare a student like yourself trespass into the

archive? Are you looking to get expelled?”

Arielle guessed as much that Wendy had shown up to split hairs with her. Sometimes, she felt that she had to hand it to Wendy for

her resilience in coming back at herself repeatedly in spite of her extended losing streak.

Wouldn't this sort of perseverance be better served in spaid side-gig? Kids these days simply have too little homework and

too much ton their hands!

Arielle offered up a shrewd rejoinder. “| have my own reasons for being in the archive, but cto think of it, aren‘t you in here

too? Why, are you looking to get expelled as well?”

“You...” Wendy was so pissed she started to stomp her feet. “I'm here to chase you off, Arielle. You're not

supposed to be here, so hurry up and get out!”

Arielle crossed her arms akimbo. “What if | say that | wont?”

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“You won't, huh?” Wendy's brow lifted mockingly. “Then, don’t blit onbecause you're the one asking for it!”

Her counterpart nodded brusquely. “Yeah, yeah. | really had it coming. Do whatever you have to and get it over with. I've still got

work to do.”

Wendy's saw red at Arielle’s blasé attitude.

“You don’t know what's good for you! Oh, how I'd love to see how cocky you'll be after this!”

While she spoke, she strode outside the archive and dialed Marcus’ number on her phone.

The attention of the many students studying or reading on the first floor was quickly drawn toward that walking commotion that

emerged from the archive’s doors,

Once Wendy noticed their reaction to her, she purposefully raised her voice when the call got through. “Mr. Brown, I'm Wendy

Greene from the preparatory class. Could you hurry over to the school library’s archive? I've discovered someone who has sneaked

inside and also refused to leave when | advised her to. Please cquickly!”