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She didn't have the energy to reply now, but she was worried the message might be from a business partner.

[Yes.]

[I'm Wendy. Mia toldyou've been hounding Fitch.]

Zoey didn't know who Wendy was, but from what Fitch had said that night, she surmised this had to be the woman destined to

unite with him in matrimony.

Her fingers quivered, overwhelmed by an intimidating surge of feelings.

[I don't care what's happened between you and Fitch, but I'm the one who will be marrying into the Haskins family. Our parents are

already discussing our wedding. If you have any shame, I hope you'll stay away from him. You two are from different worlds.]

Ever since meeting Fitch, she had been continuously reminded that they hailed from different worlds.

Reluctant to accept this truth, the reality of confronting his official partner now submerged her in shame.

She didn't dare to respond and instead, opened Wendy's Facebook.

Wendy's Facebook mirrored that of typical high-society girls: a collection of study abroad photos, peppered with images of lavish

hotels, designer bags, and other unmistakably luxurious snaps.

Perhaps it wasn't a deliberate showboating; this might simply be her everyday reality.

There were even photos and videos of Wendy at Harvard, participating in competitions with international classmates.

Zoey scrolled through the feed as if she was addicted, careful not to leave any trace of her visit.

losing herself in half an hour of compulsive scrolling, she paused on

remembered that day clearly—it was when she had fallen out with

failed catastrophically, and Murray was

scrambling to

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was a castle abroad, spanning thousands of square meters. The displayed opulence in the video likely captured

of its true grandeur.

masochistically peering into someone else's sunlit, blissful

but attempt a laugh, which cout more like a

her car,

Zoey was

could

worthy of carrying

inferior in matters of the heart, she

place, she wearily sank into the

called at that moment, checking

I've made it home.

her to keep her

at the ceiling, forcing a

"Don't worry, I will."

Meanwhile.

to the lounge, Tyler was still

you do

retrieved a glass of

You barely know each other. Sure, she fancies you, but it's not

makes no difference

that, Fitch stared into

Among their circle,

be real love; perhaps it

losses now was for the