NovelEnglish[If you fancy hitting the shops, I'm gto tag along.]
She texted another message, though she knew full well Carol would likely decline.
[No worries, I'm actually doing okay. Maja just rangup too, but she's swamped as usual. Anyway, I've got my own stuff to deal
with here. Gotta go.]
[Alright, you go handle your business.]
Zoey set her phone down, glancing around the office.
She'd been pulling all-nighters for the past two days, and hadn't gone back home, barely taking tto crash in the break room,
freshen up, and change into a clean set of clothes before diving back into the grind.
Now that she had a moment to breathe, her eyes felt like sandpaper.
There was a knock on the door, and in cElvis, clutching a stack of papers. Spotting Zoey still at her desk, his face registered
surprise.
"Have you not gone hin two days?"
"Yeah, I've been trying to clear the deck of this month's backlog."
Elvis furrowed his brow with concern, "Zoey, Ms. Pennyfeather didn't expect you to work yourself to the bone like this. By the time
she gets back, you'll be running on fumes."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtZoey didn't respond, standing up with a playful tone, "Fine, I'll head hto rest now. The paperwork I've finished is on the left -
take a gander when you get a chance."
He hadn't expected her to agree so readily and just nodded.
Grabbing her purse, Zoey headed out - not towards hbut to the local bar. She needed to find Tyler.
It wasn't about whatever mess Fitch had gotten into; she wanted the lowdown on the Miller .
Tyler had hinted before that the Miller family were in hot water, having caught wind of it even before the news broke.
She called Tyler as she approached the bar. She had his number saved, but Tyler obviously didn't have hers, judging by his flippant
response, "Who's this?"
"Tyler, it's me, Zoey."
He paused, glancing sideways at Fitch, who was accompanied by Wendy.
It was Wendy's first formal encounter with Fitch since returning stateside. She was the picture of demure coyness, stealing glances
at Fitch at every opportunity.
Tyler knew his cousin well. Wendy had been smitten with Fitch for ages. Considering Fitch's general aversion to women, she'd
confessed her feelings once before heading abroad, faced rejection, and hadn't pressed further.
Hearing of a potential union by marriage with Fitch, she'd eagerly rushed back. Besides, Wendy's possessiveness was strong.
Before, knowing Fitch avoided female company gave her a sense of security.
Even after being rebuffed, it didn't matter to her - no other woman stood a chance. While abroad, she'd made sure to ward off any
potential rivals, often posing as Fitch's girlfriend. Fitch didn't bother to correct her; it conveniently shielded him from unwanted
advances.
Tyler knew that if Fitch desired marriage, both the Stapleton family and the Haskins family would offer no objections - both families
were well-acquainted.
Now Zoey was here, still carrying a torch for Fitch? Wendy would never pull her punches.
Tyler chuckled, "What can | do for you?"
"I heard you'd be at the bar tonight. Mind if | swing by for a chat? There's something | need to discuss."
The subtext was clear as day. She must have hit a dead-end with Fitch - probably got blocked -and now she was turning to him.
"Zoey, I'm a bit tied up at the moment. Maybe sother time?"
"Tyler, | can wait for you to finish your drink. Is it okay if | just hang in the lobby?"
She had to find out what was going on with Carol. If something had happened to Carol, Maja would undoubtedly be worried.
As soon as Wendy heard Tyler call out for Zoey, she looked up, her eyes flashing with derision. That woman still hadn't given up?
Pathetic. Despite being warned over the phone, she still had the gall to csniffing around. She shot Tyler a glare, silently urging
him to dismiss Zoey with a sneer.
Tyler pretended not to notice, instead glancing at Fitch to gauge his reaction. But Fitch remained aloof, unfazed by the mention of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZoey.
He had a drink before him, yet untouched. Wendy quickly played the attentive card, mixing a bit of bourbon into his drink.
"Fitch, try this. | picked up smixology abroad. They say this blend has a unique kick."
Fitch humored her with a sip, withholding any comment.
Wendy discreetly pulled out her phone and texted Mia.
[Zoey's actually turned up at the hotel, trying to get a meet with Tyler. You at the bar tonight, Mia? Fancy stepping out for a peek?]
Mia always reveled in mocking Zoey. Upon reading the text, she sprang into action. Flanked by her two bodyguards, she headed to
the lobby and instantly spotted Zoey, sitting quietly by the window.
With a snort of contempt, Mia grabbed a drink from a passing waiter and made a beeline toward Zoey.
Before Zoey could react, she was soaked. Looking up to meet Mia's gaze, she wasn't the least bit surprised.
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