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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.

an excited voice cthrough, "Zoey, dear, the woman you wanted handled has

worry; she won't be in your way

twitched violently, the corners of her mouth twisting involuntarily. Her mother had a cunning

at times but undeniably shrewd when it mattered, always perfectly

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

drag Zoey down with her, it would

poison incident last time, Zoey successfully made herself clean; this

venomously her daughter for the mess that had becher life,

in

she couldn't cleanse

I have taken care of it. No one will ever

the best acting her mother had ever done

end the

into

advise you to return the

on the trail, and it was only a matter of two days before

on the way back, they might just spare themselves a

up. So,

promptly, even as Mia's weak cries for help echoed in the background. The

nature. The thought of being violated by such

sign of resistance would earn Mia a slap, and more than that, her body

made a fool of himself at the gala. Under normal circumstances, such

a butler for the Haskins