Female Novel
Chapter 1037
Zoey was sprawled out on the couch, barely conscious, when she sensed someone entering her
apartment. She soon recognized the sound of Maja's voice.
"Sent you a couple of texts, but you didn't reply. Got the spare key from your landlord. You're still
running a fever, so I got a private doctor to come over."
Though Zoey was delirious with fever, she recognized Maja's goodwill.
She tried to thank her, but her throat was so sore she could barely whisper.
The doctor started her on an IV, inserting the needle into the back of her hand.
Maja looked at the frail woman on the couch. She noticed a bruise peeking out from under Zoey's
nightshirt, a bruise that Zoey surely did not give herself.
Who was this man Zoey had been talking about? The man who had made her stutter and stumble over
words the night before?
But since Zoey wasn't talking, Maja didn't feel it was her place to dig. This was someone else's private
business, after all.
She ordered takeout and then received a phone call from Ian.
"It's Alma. Omar's still in the hospital."
Maja already knew it was Alma, but something didn't add up. How did Alma get out of jail? Who let her
out?
"Ian, who let Alma out?"
"Funfly."
Suddenly, it all made sense to Maja. Behind Funfly was likely Judith. If the Sanders family was now her
opponent, she stood no chance.
Ian asked, "When are you coming home?"
"Zoey's sick. I'm staying here tonight," she replied, also avoiding a potential confrontation with Ian later.
Ian thought for a moment, then said, "I can deal with Alma and Funfly."
His message was clear. Leave it all to him.
"Thank you."
She thanked him, sensing his instant displeasure. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow night," she quickly
added, successfully cheering him up.
After hanging up, Maja felt like she finally had someone watching her back.
She should be a completely independent person, but Ian was by her side. If he felt his help was not
needed, he would get angry.
Just like now. If she had refused his help, his mood would've plummeted.
Maja sighed. He was just trying to help her.
The next morning, as she was taking care of Zoey, she caught sight of a news headline on her phone.
[Simstar Entertainment senior management facing multiple charges, currently under investigation.]novelbin
[Several senior executives detained, Funfly facing seven charges.]
[Funfly imprisoned, legal experts predict at least eight years sentence.]
Funfly had tried to use the Sanders family's influence to escape jail and had directed Alma to attack
Maja as a way of winning Judith's favor.
But Ian had nullified the Sanders family's support for Funfly, causing the collapse of Simstar
Entertainment. The top ten news stories were all about the company's downfall.
With the tree fallen, the monkeys scattered. There was a long line of executives resigning and artists
looking for new agencies.
Maja received a call from Elvis.
His voice was excited. "Mrs. Pennyfeather, we've taken over all projects from Simstar Entertainment!
But we need you and Zoey back ASAP. There's a mountain of paperwork waiting."
Maja knew this was a crucial moment. They'd been busy when they took over a quarter of the business
before, but now they had all of it. For the next six months, no one would get a good night's sleep.
As if she'd been injected with adrenaline, she got up to leave, arranging for a caretaker to look after
Zoey.
But Zoey was stronger than Maja had expected. Upon hearing about the business takeover, she got
dressed in under ten minutes.
"Mrs. Pennyfeather, my fever's gone. Thanks for taking care of me last night. From now on, my life
belongs to the company."
Zoey wasn't joking. Maja was indeed the kindest person she'd ever met.
Zoey was a hard worker but somewhat timid, having grown up under her parents' oppressive
education. Her mother constantly tried to marry her off, fearing Zoey would interfere with her own
relationships with men.
This left Zoey feeling incredibly insecure as if she were an unwanted child.
She never dared to contact her father, who had long since started a new family.
In the past, Murray had been kind to her, and in her loneliness, she clung to him, cultivating all the
qualities of a perfect wife.
She cleaned the house, did the laundry, was gentle and kind, avoided getting too close to other men,
and was a great cook.
But as she found out, if a man didn’t love a woman, he just didn't. It had nothing to do with the woman.
Sometimes, men can be much more practical than women.