NovelEnglishFitch felt a knot in his stomach as he saw Zoey's tears. That woman just wouldn't leave him alone.
And Carol's baseless accusations were the last straw. He was out of patience.
"Didn't the Millers run into strouble recently? Ms. Miller, you sure seem to have the tto meddle in other people's
business."
Carol stiffened, her gaze on Fitch becoming even more intense.
"I'm talking about Zoey's situation here, Mr. Haskins. Don't tellyou're one of those guys who hits and runs without owning up to
it?"
Her voice was calm, her stare penetrating, "I haven't known Zoey for long, but she's always been too timid to stir up trouble." The
implication was clear: you lured her in, now you're discarding her. What kind of man does that make you?
Fitch couldn't help but laugh—a cold, mocking sound.
"I can't be expected to take responsibility for every woman I've been with."
He smoothly pulled out a check and extended it towards Zoey.
"Three hundred thousand."
The sum was an insult, especially since that was the very amount she had asked for when she had cto him of her own volition.
Zoey's tears stopped in their tracks, and she looked up at him in disbelief.
But there was no emotion in his eyes, just impatience and an eagerness to shake her off.
Her fingers trembled, probably not expecting this public display of payment.
Carol was stunned, but quickly snatched the check, aiming to throw it in Fitch's face.
Tyler swiftly pulled her aside, his voice light but firm as he addressed the onlookers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Let's disperse, folks, move along."
Then he lowered his voice.
"You might want to keep your temper in check. Fitch is right, the Millers could use shelp right now."
Carol froze, ready to retort, but felt the check being taken from her hand.
It was Zoey.
Zoey stood tall, acting as if the numbers on the check meant nothing to her, her voice hoarse.
"Thank you. I'll take this and | won't bother you again."
With that, her tears flowed even more fiercely.
She had wanted to maintain her dignity in front of him, but emotions aren't so easily controlled.
She shoved the check into her bag and headed for the door, only to be stopped by Fitch's voice.
"In three months, I'm getting engaged to Miss Bennitt. | hope you'll keep your word."
Zoey's steps faltered, and she nearly stumbled.
She thought she was numb to pain, but his words burned her cheeks, and her heart felt like it had been pierced by a cold wind.
"Zoey, you know | never cared for you."
That was the last straw. She spun around and, without hesitation, hurled the check at Fitch's face.
Fitch, caught off guard, felt a sting on his cheek.
This timid woman had dared...
Before he could finish the thought, a slap echoed through the hall.
"Smack!"
The sound was so crisp it silenced everyone.
Zoey had slapped Fitch, which was akin to slapping the devil himself.
Tyler's eyelashes quivered in shock. Oh no, this was bad.
The next second, Fitch touched his face, his eyes boring into Zoey.
Zoey realized what she had done and her voice shook.
"We're done."
After declaring this, she turned to leave, but Fitch's hand clamped down on the back of her neck.
"Did | say you could leave?"
Zoey shrank back in fear, the last trace of color draining from her face.
She wasn't in pain now, she was terrified. Fitch had a natural ability to intimidate her.
She was afraid of him, and had never imagined that she would slap him in front of so many people after losing control of her
emotions.
Her lips trembled, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Tyler quickly intervened, pulling Fitch back.
"Con, it's just a slap. She doesn't have the strength to hurt you."
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