NovelEnglishMia couldn't care less about engaging in a drawn-out conversation with Zoey. With an eye roll, she grabbed her shopping bag -
stuffed with designer goodies - and breezed out of the scene.
Zoey's face was the picture of serenity, a stark contrast to Wilma who was fuming.
"Zoey, let's just pick something else."
Zoey just flashed her a smile, "I'm fine."
But Wilma’s heart ached for her friend, and she splurged on five luxury handbags, racking up a tab that was north of three hundred
grand.
"They're on me."
"No need to break the bank."
"Just take them. The endorsement deal you landed us is worth way more than this."
No longer protesting, Zoey picked up the bags, and shoulder to shoulder with Wilma, they headed for the exit.
As they approached the mall doors, Zoey's eyes caught sight of Belinda, who'd apparently been lying in wait since who knew when.
"Zoey," Belinda's face dripped with a guilt that didn't quite mask the covetous glint in her eyes as she ogled the shopping bags
filled with symbols of luxury - a few hundred thousand dollars at least.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer daughter was loaded now. Once upon a time, a few hundred thousand would've meant life or death for their family; now, it was
merely the price tag for sof Zoey's bags.
Belinda was a storm of anger. Her own life was coming apart at the seams - on the brink of divorce, without a dto her n-
and there was her daughter, living the high life.
Feigning ignorance of Belinda's presence, Zoey stepped forward, intent on leaving. But Belinda clutched at Zoey's wrist, "Zoey, I'm
truly sorry. I've been waiting here just to apologize."
Zoey's expression turned icy, a kind of cold indifference that could freeze people out. Meanwhile, she felt utterly annoyed, thinking
when this person would give her speace.
"Let go," the moment she finished the words, Mia's voice came.
She strutted up, her arms laden with the spoils of luxury shopping, a mocking sneer instantly taking root when she spotted Belinda.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the deadbeat mom who can't live without a man."
Belinda's face twisted into a mask of embarrassment and rage, memories of her man's stinging words fueling her fury. Her gaze
turned venomous, lasering in on Mia.
Mia, already livid over Belinda's past transgressions, didn't hesitate. Her hand flew up in a blur, delivering a slap across Belinda’s
face.
"How dare you look atlike that? Who do you think you are?!"
Belinda reeled from the impact, a stark reversal from the days when she was the one causing scenes. Her face a hot mix of shock
and anger. Undeterred, Mia's hand was already winding up for another slap.
"Listen up, you old hag, if you ever try anything underhanded again, I'll make sure you and your man end up behind bars. The
Bennitt family might let you off the hook, but don't think for a second that I will."
Zoey watched the unfold with detached indifference. To her, Belinda’s ridiculous intent of claiming to kill Mia and Zoey, and
the frequent change of expression on her face were nothing more than a pathetic display of mongrels biting.
Once, she might have wept for Belinda, but after everything that had happened, she had given up on the idea of maternal love.
Zoey shrugged off Belinda's grip, her lips moving, "She slapped you twice. Aren't you going to do something about it?"
It was a jab at Belinda's double standards - once quick to strike her own daughter, now she was just taking it from the Haskins girl,
picking on the weak.
Belinda trembled with rage, watching helplessly as Zoey walked away. Mia huffed contemptuously and turned to leave.
But then, Belinda spoke up, "The poison was Zoey's idea. I've got recordings and photos. | want to use them to send her to prison."
Mia, who despised Zoey more than anything for having tainted her perfect brother, lit up at the prospect of her enemy's downfall.
"Where's the evidence?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"In my car," Belinda pointed to a shadowy alley nearby.
Mia, having been sheltered and spoiled all her life, was unfamiliar with the treacherous depths of deceit. Besides, she was always
the one who could bully others, and never thought of others having the guts to strike back.
Especially this person was Zoey’s mother; to her, Zoey was merely a trash, and what would a “trash” family member possibly stir
any trouble?
“I'm warning you, if you dare to telllies, I'll make sure you won't be able to see tomorrow’s sun.”
With a dozen of bags in hands, she followed Belinda to the alley nearby, her pride overshadowing caution.
Belinda popped the trunk, revealing a few photos. Mia lunged for them, only to be suddenly overwhelmed by a handkerchief
pressed against her face. Her world spun, and she crumpled to the ground.
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