Chapter 1588

The afternoon sun was dipping lower in the sky when Cornelia decided she needed to reach out. She was about to catch a bus out

of town, but something gnawed at her conscience. With a resigned sigh, she picked up her phone and dialed Maja, despite the time

difference.

“Cornelia?”

“Ms. Pennyfeather,” she greeted with a note of urgency in her voice.

“What's wrong? Is there a problem on set?”

“No, Ms. Pennyfeather. Zoey’s been in an accident. I suspect it’s the Bennitts’ doing. She's likely in trouble, and I know she

wouldn't call you herself.”

Maja’'s eyes narrowed, a suspicion she'd harbored about Zoey seemed to be manifesting, but she was tied up at a hotel waiting for

lan to emerge.

“How bad is it?”

“She nearly didn’t make it.”

Maja inhaled deeply, “And you're off to a shoot now?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to let you know. She was lucky this time, might not be next time.”

“Get on your bus, Cornelia. Do your job. I'll handle Zoey’s situation. I'll check with speople.”

“Take care of yourself, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

After hanging up, Maja didn’t waste a second before calling Tyler. The moment he saw her nflashing on his screen, his scalp

tingled with apprehension. He knew Maja’s protective streak, and if she kicked up a fuss, lan would no doubt get involved—and if

the Sanders family were to step in, the mess would only escalate.

He chose not to answer, hoping to play dead. But when Maja’s calls went unanswered thrice, she texted him.

[I don’t care what the Bennitts are planning for Zoey, but if she gets hurt again, I won't let it go lightly. You better keep your people

in check. I don’t play nice like she does.]

Zoey would never say a word when being bullied. But Maja wouldn't let anyone who bullied her get away with it.

Tyler read the message and rubbed his temples. He'd initially planned to sit back and watch whether Fitch would intervene, but

now he knew he couldn't let Wendy continue her reckless ways. If Fitch himself went after Zoey, though, that was out of Tyler's

hands.

Tyler smiled. He knew Fitch's temperament too well. Fitch was too rational. If there was no chance for Fitch to see his heart clearly,

he would marry Wendy very calmly.

By evening, Fitch's lawyer had reached out to Zoey again, this tvisiting her in the hospital. The lawyer was clearly not

expecting to find her hospitalized and in such a bad state.

“Zoey, please cooperate with the police investigation.”

Hearing the lawyer's cold tone, Zoey slowly shut her eyes. She was too weak to utter a word, let alone defend herself.

Even if she could argue that it was Belinda’s doing alone, who would believe her? And even if she could evade legal consequences,

in Fitch's eyes, she was complicit.

She opened her mouth, swallowing the pain in her throat.

“Let them investigate,” she rasped.

The lawyer gave her a surprised look, sensing an emotional undertone in her voice.

“Alright, the police will follow up.”

After the lawyer left, Zoey gazed out at the darkening sky, the drizzle still falling. Thoughts of Fitch brought a deeper pain than any

physical wound. She spent two days recuperating in the hospital.

When she met with the lawyer again, it was clear that without more than Belinda’s testimony, the case would fizzle out. But Fitch

had a message for her:

“Mr. Haskins hopes you'll keep to your station, not covet what isn't yours, and refrain from any further scheming.”

Zoey, accustomed to his scorn, felt only a brief sting in her heart before becoming numb to it all.

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