This little minx was far too clingy.
Twenty-four hours a day, from morning to night, Wanda followed Homelander almost everywhere.
Whether Homelander was working, in meetings, or resting, she had to stay glued to his side.
She practically wanted to grow onto him.
Even when Homelander went to the bathroom, she followed right behind him.
Yet Homelander was more than happy with this treatment.
He played along with Wanda perfectly, presenting himself as the ideal boyfriend—tolerant, considerate, and attentive in every way.
Every tender gaze and every thoughtful gesture sent his Special Popularity Points soaring.
Wanda kept insisting this was for "psychological treatment."
But to Jessica and Skye, that excuse was laughably flimsy.
Watching Wanda look rosy-cheeked and blissful every day, where was there even the slightest sign of psychological trauma?
"You believe she has emotional scars?" Jessica snorted as she watched Wanda straighten Homelander's tie.
"Like hell I do." Skye rolled her eyes. "When she was tying Anthony's tie just now, her fingers practically wanted to slip inside his shirt. You call that PTSD? That's being in heat."
The two of them gritted their teeth in hatred, but they could not openly lash out.
After all, Wanda had fallen into a coma after her soul left her body because she had saved Homelander.
On the moral high ground, Wanda stood firmer than anyone.
"We can't let her keep acting so smug," Jessica said in a low voice.
"We have to get rid of her," Skye agreed with a nod.
The two exchanged a glance and swiftly formed a temporary alliance.
The enemy of their enemy was their friend. First, they would kick this redhead out of the game; then the two of them could compete on their own merits.
In a secluded conference room, the two immediately hit it