Chapter 1325
Zoey stared at her phone in disbelief. Justst night, as she was leaving the hospital, Tyler had
confirmed the worst: Fitch was gone. Now, this cryptic message was suggesting he was somehow still
alive?
Cornelia''s voice on the other end of the call brought her back to the present.
"Zoey, it''s Mr. Raymond who requested you to take care of Fitch. How do you know him?"
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Her heart skipped a beat, and she tightened her grip on the phone. "I''ve met him a few times through
work," she managed to say.
Cornelia didn''t seem suspicious. After all, as Maja''s personal assistant, Zoey had attended countless
gs and events. It wasn''t unusual for her to cross paths with someone like Fitch.
"Zoey, it''s gettingte. You should drive over now; it''ll probably take until around 10 PM. There will be
someone to meet you. Besides you and Fitch, only a doctor will visit the vi. Mr. Raymond has made it
clear that this is to be kept from everyone."
"Including Tyler?"
"Yes, everyone."
"Got it. I understand."
Trust was a currency that flowed freely among the Star Movie group. They were like a family.
Without a word, Zoey handed off her tasks to Elvis, who simply nodded and reminded her, "Stay safe."
Rushing home to pack five sets of clothes for herself and then shopping for a week''s worth of men''s
attire for Fitch, Zoey drove to the secluded vi. She arrived at half-past ten to find a security guard
waiting. Once he verified her identity, she was allowed through the gates.
The vi was silent as she entered, the code to the door having been sent directly to her phone. Zoey
found Fitch upstairs in the master bedroom, bandaged from head to chest, alone and vulnerable. It was
a side of him she''d never seen before.
She had always feared Maja finding out about her entanglement with Fitch, a man from the esteemed
Haskins family. Their connection was a mistake, one that she had initiated but couldn''t seem to end.
The rule for survival around Fitch was simple: obey and don''t resist. Eventually, he would tire of her and
let her go.
After ensuring Fitch wasfortable, she took stock of the kitchen, noted the location of the nearest
supermarket, and was firmly told that all her needs would be met without having to leave the vi for
security reasons.
She made a patient-friendly meal n, posted it on the fridge, took a shower, and then settled on a
small sofa next to therge bed. Without his permission, she wouldn''t dare sleep beside him.
Fitch''s injuries were severe; it would be a week before he could even wake up. She had to learn wound
care—and fast.
The crack of a whip sliced through the air.
Maja dodged left and right, but still, ash caught her arm, turning her face pale with pain. Masked and
merciless, her trainer spoke from the edge of the small pool.
"Tenshes and you''ve avoided half. Not bad, you''re learning."
Maja ignored his words, dodged two more strikes, and leaned against the pool''s edge, gasping for
breath. Her training was simple yet brutal: avoid the whip.
The trainer, known as K, was cautious, never revealing much. The snippets of the outside world he
shared were grim: Ian was now a fugitive, Fitch was dead. Each tidbit tugged at Maja''s heart, but she
had to gain K''s approval, to im the position she sought.
After half an hour in the pool, K yanked her out with a force that nearly sent her tumbling. In
desperation, she clung to his arm.
A female voice offered respectfully, "Mr. K, shall I assist her?"
"No need."
Once seated on the chaise, Maja looked toward the source of the resentful gaze. Who was this
woman?
"Maja, eat this," K said, presenting a pill.
"What is it?" she asked, instinctively recoiling.
"Trust me. I wouldn''t harm you."
Without waiting for her consent, he forced the pill into her mouth. Maja tried to spit it out, but it slid
down her throat. Before she could protest, her vision, previously lost, began to blur back into existence.
She waved her hand before her eyes, relieved to see the faintest shapes and colors returning.