NovelEnglishWendy fumed as she scrolled through the online comments flipping in favor of Zoey. Seething, she immediately reached out to
John.
John was in a tight spot himself, having targeted Zoey only at Wendy's behest, and now found himself on the receiving end of a
warning from the higher-ups.
"Ms. Bennitt, I'm out of this game," he confessed, weariness in his voice. "The bigwigs have givena warning. Sorry, but you'll
need to find someone else."
The line went dead, and Wendy sat in disbelief. How dare slow-level agent hang up on her? She had only been polite to give
him face; it was her good upbringing. Who did he think he was?
She promptly tried to contact the company's top brass, but as soon as they heard it involved Zoey, they declined with veiled
excuses.
After she was rebuffed twice, her complexion darkened.
Watching as the online community shifted from attacking Zoey to condemning Yvonne, Wendy's expression grew even uglier.
However, a call from the Bennitts' provided a silver lining, inviting her to a soirée that evening to meet with Fitch.
"We'll subtly reveal your connection with Fitch tonight at the party," they told her. "You've just returned hand haven't mingled
much. You need to attend more events like this in the future."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer mood lifted, and a smile graced her face for the first tthat day. She immediately agreed and began trying on evening
gowns.
But the news online still gnawed at her, prompting her to make another call.
After she hung up, a sly grin curled her lips. If Zoey dared show her face tonight, Wendy would ensure she was utterly humiliated.
Meanwhile, Zoey puzzled over who might have helped her. She scrolled through her phone contacts, hesitating when she reached
Fitch's name. He had blocked her long ago.
Each tshe harbored a glimmer of hope, it always led back to Fitch, as if she couldn't remember the pain he caused.
She felt like a dog that had been kicked out of the house, left to starve for days, yet would wag its tail the moment the door
opened. It would believe that its owner had simply forgotten to open the door, not that it was intentional. The dog remembered
only the good.
And Zoey felt like that dog.
Even if she had subtracted points from Fitch countless times, dropping into negatives, a single kind act on his part would send his
score soaring back to a hundred.
As she hesitated, a message from Tyler cin.
[It must have been Fitch who sorted out the online mess. Right after | sent him Yvonne's live stream, it got shut down.]
Zoey's heart raced at the message, a mix of surprise, disbelief, and gratitude washing over her.
[Thank you,] she replied sincerely, even knowing Tyler wasn't exactly a good guy. He had treated Maja similarly and enjoyed
stirring up . He wasn't helping her out of genuine concern.
Yet, she was thankful for the news he brought.
As she pondered this, someone entered her office with an invitation to the soirée.
These events were common, but the crowd varied depending on the focus—finance or entertainment. Today, buoyed by good
news, she readily agreed to attend.
She stayed at the office until the late afternoon, two hours before the event, allowing her styling team to work their magic before
taking the company car to the venue.
However, a detour to the hospital delayed her. Wilma had collapsed from exhaustion after too many late nights. After ensuring
Wilma was alright, Zoey hurried to the soirée, arriving fashionably late.
The moment she stepped in, mingling with a few partners, the spotlight above suddenly illuminated her.
Confused, it took a moment before she caught the whispered conversations around her.
"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"
"Where?"
"Over there, the waitress in the gray uniform."
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