Female Novel
Chapter 1527
Mia wasn't exactly known for her sharp wit; she had a short fuse, especially when provoked. The snide
remarks from a clique of mean girls only fueled her rage as she grabbed Zoey by the hair, intent on
slamming her head against the wall.
But, as if scripted by some cosmic playwright, someone chose that moment to knock on the restroom
door.
It was always the same. Just when she was getting her sadistic kicks, someone would interrupt her fun
in the ladies' room.
Mia rolled her eyes and let go of Zoey's hair.
"You got lucky this time," she hissed. "And let me tell you something, sweetie, stop dreaming about my
brother. He's way out of your league."
With that, Mia flipped her hair disdainfully and glanced at her posse.novelbin
"Let's go."
"Mia, we're just gonna let her off, just like that?" one of the girls whined.
"People are coming. If word gets out, it won't look good for us," Mia replied curtly.
After all, Zoey was representing Star Movie Group, a company with some clout in the industry. If it got
out that Mia and her crew were bullying Zoey, there'd be hell to pay.
The Haskins family might help Mia squash the bad press, but she worried about her brother taking an
interest in Zoey again, and that could lead to a whole other set of problems.
Better to keep it low-key, she thought, dragging Zoey to the restroom whenever the mood struck and
tormenting her until she couldn’t take it anymore and left Greenfield for good.
A smug smile spread across Mia's face at the thought. Her future sister-in-law would be one of the rich
young ladies, not someone like Zoey.
Zoey, meanwhile, had slipped into a stall the moment they'd opened the door. She expertly touched up
her makeup and changed her outfit, always carrying a spare dress in her bag to conceal any signs of
the ordeal she'd been through.
She meticulously wiped the stains from her neck with tissues, tossed the ruined dress in the trash, and
pulled out a compact mirror to reapply her makeup. Only when she was sure no one could tell what had
happened did she step back out.
But she froze upon seeing the man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. It was Fitch.
The corridor's dim lighting did little to obscure him from her recognition. She lowered her gaze, feigning
composure as she tried to walk past without a word.
For the past few weeks, she had done things that made her despise herself—calling him numerous
times only to be blocked, sending messages that met the same fate, even degrading herself by seeking
him out. They had acknowledged their relationship in that villa. Even if it was to end, she wanted to
hear it from him, not through the coldness of a screen.
But Fitch had refused to see her, treating her like a virus. Now, she had managed to collect her
emotions, yet the sight of him still made her heart sour.
Who was to blame but herself for giving her heart away too easily?
She quickened her pace, hoping to make it back to her car, but his voice stopped her.
"Did you cause trouble for Mia?"
His question felt like a punch to her gut. Anyone who knew Zoey even slightly would understand she
wasn't one to cause scenes with socialites, much less go looking for trouble.
Fitch's assumption made it clear he didn't know her at all.
"No."
"It's hard not to suspect when you both come out one after the other," he said.
The light was too dim, and with Zoey avoiding facing him directly, he could only make out her profile.
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Without a word, Zoey tried to move on, fearing any further delay would bring tears.
But Fitch wasn't done with her.
"Don't mess with Mia. you can afford to offend her."