Female Novel
Chapter 1578
Wendy fumed as she scrolled through the online comments flipping in favor of Zoey. Seething, she
immediately reached out to John.
John was in a tight spot himself, having targeted Zoey only at Wendy's behest, and now found himself
on the receiving end of a warning from the higher-ups.
"Ms. Bennitt, I'm out of this game," he confessed, weariness in his voice. "The bigwigs have given me a
warning. Sorry, but you'll need to find someone else."
The line went dead, and Wendy sat in disbelief. How dare some low-level agent hang up on her? She
had only been polite to give him face; it was her good upbringing. Who did he think he was?
She promptly tried to contact the company's top brass, but as soon as they heard it involved Zoey, they
declined with veiled excuses.
After she was rebuffed twice, her complexion darkened.
Watching as the online community shifted from attacking Zoey to condemning Yvonne, Wendy's
expression grew even uglier.
However, a call from the Bennitts' provided a silver lining, inviting her to a soirée that evening to meet
with Fitch.
"We'll subtly reveal your connection with Fitch tonight at the party," they told her. "You've just returned
home and haven’t mingled much. You need to attend more events like this in the future."
Her mood lifted, and a smile graced her face for the first time that day. She immediately agreed and
began trying on evening gowns.
But the news online still gnawed at her, prompting her to make another call.
After she hung up, a sly grin curled her lips. If Zoey dared show her face tonight, Wendy would ensure
she was utterly humiliated.
Meanwhile, Zoey puzzled over who might have helped her. She scrolled through her phone contacts,
hesitating when she reached Fitch's name. He had blocked her long ago.
Each time she harbored a glimmer of hope, it always led back to Fitch, as if she couldn't remember the
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She felt like a dog that had been kicked out of the house, left to starve for days, yet would wag its tail
the moment the door opened. It would believe that its owner had simply forgotten to open the door, not
that it was intentional. The dog remembered only the good.
And Zoey felt like that dog.
Even if she had subtracted points from Fitch countless times, dropping into negatives, a single kind act
on his part would send his score soaring back to a hundred.
As she hesitated, a message from Tyler came in.
[It must have been Fitch who sorted out the online mess. Right after I sent him Yvonne's live stream, it
got shut down.]
Zoey's heart raced at the message, a mix of surprise, disbelief, and gratitude washing over her.
[Thank you,] she replied sincerely, even knowing Tyler wasn't exactly a good guy. He had treated Maja
similarly and enjoyed stirring up drama. He wasn't helping her out of genuine concern.
Yet, she was thankful for the news he brought.
As she pondered this, someone entered her office with an invitation to the soirée.
The moment she stepped in, mingling with a few partners, the spotlight above suddenly illuminated her.
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Confused, it took a moment before she caught the whispered conversations around her.
"Isn't that Zoey's mom?"
"Where?"
"Over there, the waitress in the gray uniform."