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Zoey replied, "Even if I say I wasn't involved, you won't believe me, will you?"

Fitch indeed wouldn't believe her. Despite having witnessed the strained relationship between her and her mother, Wendy's case

remained unsolved.

Even if Wendy deserved punishment, Zoey orchestrating a poisoning was far from noble. He had already convicted Zoey in his

mind, and whatever she said would be met with skepticism.

"You best not be involved in this." He said icily, retreating to the couch to sit, "Call your mom. You know what to do."

His people were still out searching for Belinda, and it was only a matter of tbefore they found her. But what would Mia endure

in the meantime? His sister had always been spoiled rotten, unaccustomed to hardship.

Zoey's lashes fluttered downward as she retrieved Belinda's number from the blacklist. Just as she was about to make the call,

Fitch's voice cut through again, "Chere, call in front of me, and put it on speaker."

She lowered her gaze, slowly making her way over.

Fitch had an aura about him, distinctly different from the likes of lan with his air of high-born grace. His demeanor was steady, cool,

and austere. One of his hands rested on his knee, revealing a flash of a silver wristwatch.

Belinda's number, an excited voice cthrough, "Zoey, dear, the woman

Don't worry; she won't be in

of her mouth twisting involuntarily. Her

times but undeniably shrewd when it mattered, always perfectly timing her

guessing the reason for Zoey's call. Having already crossed the Haskins family, and

drag Zoey down with her, it

successfully made herself clean; this time, she would definitely bogged her

venomously her daughter for the mess that

involvement in this

knew she couldn't cleanse herself from the

have taken care of it. No one will ever

best acting her

as a blade, she wanted to end the call, but Fitch clasped

into the

to

matter of two days

way back, they might just spare themselves a

her eyes lit up.

up promptly, even as Mia's weak cries for help echoed in

nature. The thought of being violated by

resistance would earn Mia a slap, and more than that, her body would be bruised from his

the one who had made a fool of

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