"Can you believe this mutt still barks? Doesn't even look like a purebred. Zoey, why do you set your heart on things that aren't
meant for you? You purposely showed up near Fitch yesterday, didn't you? And then acted like it was a coincidence. How low can
you get? I'm taking this dog now, and tonight I'm gonna have a barbecue."
"Wendy!"
Zoey had never been this furious. Her eyes were icy with rage.
Wendy found her anger amusing. Who was this woman to dare call out her nlike that?
She scooped up Ozzy without a second thought and marched right out the door.
Zoey wanted to chase after her, but the pain was too much, and her leg wouldn't straighten. All she could manage was to crawl
forward.
A few yards away, Wendy turned to see Zoey dragging herself on the ground and burst into laughter.
"You know, you look just like a dog right now."
Zoey's nails dug into her palms, and she was too choked up to speak.
She didn't have the strength to follow, her whole body ached as she watched Wendy walk away with Ozzy.
Crawling back to her coffee table, she called the property management and then dialed Elvis's number.
But Wendy had Fitch backing her up. If she wanted to do something to a little dog, who could stop her?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTears streamed down Zoey's cheeks as she grew frantic.
Elvis had no choice but to call Cornelia back in a hurry.
Arter all, Cornelia had a secret weapon at her disposal - Omar from the Casson family.
Three hours later, Cornelia drove back to Zoey's place, finding her leaning on crutches, her frail figure standing outside the
building.
Her leg was in a cast, making her look all the more fragile.
"Zoey?"
"Cornelia, could you cwithto the Haskins' place?"
Wendy had messaged Zoey, saying she would be at the Haskins' tonight, where the Bennitts and the Haskins were to finalize a
wedding date.
Having no other option, Cornelia called Omar.
Omar arrived promptly in his car, dressed to the nines, looking a bit disheveled as if he had rushed over.
Cornelia was using Omar whenever she needed him, not realizing he had left a meeting just to cto her aid.
Omar helped Zoey into the car, stealing glances at her in the rearview mirror, no regrets evident in his demeanor.
The car pulled up outside the Haskins', where security let Omar through, mistaking his visit for business, given the recent
collaboration between the Cassons and the Haskins.
Inside, both the Bennitts and the Haskins sat on plush sofas, discussing the upcoming nuptials, Wendy and Fitch looking quite the
pair.
"Why not set the wedding for next month? We can start the preparations now. Fitch hasn't been with a woman for years; it's rare
he finds someone he wants to marry."
"Yes, next month works. We can start drafting the invitations."
This was the Haskins' suggestion, naturally agreed upon by the Bennitts, who acknowledged the higher status of the Haskins.
Fitch seemed disengaged until the doorbell rang.
The butler opened the door to reveal Omar, known for his brooding demeanor. His recent dealings with the Haskins had set them
on edge, but Fitch had managed the situation with ease.
Now standing, Fitch expected Omar to discuss business, but Omar stepped aside, revealing Zoey and Cornelia.
Cornelia was a unfamiliar face, but she was a top-tier celebrity, and her pursuit by Omar was no secret in this industry.
Sbrows furrowed at the sight of Omar bringing these two women to the Haskins' - what was his game?
Supporting Zoey, Cornelia whispered, "What do you want to do?"
Zoey, gripping her crutches, gently pushed her away.
She was kicked by Wendy earlier, and now each step was agony, but sunknown resolve kept her going as she made her way
to Wendy's side.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFitch, sitting beside Wendy, was irritated to see Zoey. Hadn't she given up yet?
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