Chapter 1448
Fitch flicked his half-smoked cigarette into the nearby trash can with an air of impatience etched across
his face.
"Aren''t you tired of staring?"
His voice was icy, betraying his irritation. Even without ncing around the corner, he knew exactly
who the woman was.
It was as if he could pick out her footsteps amidst the silence.
Zoey stiffened, her fingers instinctively adjusting the mask on her cheeks, but she remained still.
In Fitch''s hand, a matchstick sparked to life with a swift strike, as he lit another cigarette. Zoey had
seen that particr matchbox before. She had tried to buy one, searching both online and in brick-and-
mortar stores, to no avail. It must have been custom-made.
Sometimes he preferred a lighter, other times these matchboxes. Now, he tilted his head back, exhaling
a stream of smoke.
Zoey’s eyes began to sting as she watched. She tugged at her mask and turned on her heel, clearly
intent on walking away. She wasn’t fit to be seen like this, and with Cornelia and Wilma handling the
negotiations, there was no risk of a slip-up.
She needed to get out of there.
When Fitch heard her footsteps recede, his eyshes fluttered slightly. The hallway lights dimmed,
leaving only the faint glow of his cigarette.
After a while, he struck another match, watching it burn down to his fingertips. A wave of restlessness
washed over him, unknown and vexing.
He raked his fingers through his hair and tossed the stub of his cigarette into the trash can just as Tyler
approached, likely seeking a smoke break of his own.
"Fitch, how many have you had? The smell is choking," Tyler leaned against the opposite wall, lighting
a cigarette of his own, "I saw Zoey tonight, looked like she was managing a couple of talents. Ever
since Maja left, she''s the big shot at thepany."
"OK," Fitch replied, sounding utterly disinterested.
But Tyler wouldn''t let it go, "When you had memory loss, you were all over her."
Everyone thought Fitch had no recollection of that time, but Tyler knew, from the day Fitch came to his
senses, that those memories were intact.
If Fitch truly had forgotten, he would still be in touch with Zoey, treating her as before. But now, he
wasn''t, and that said it all.
"You said it yourself, it was during memory loss."
His voice remained t, fingertips flicking ash, "Drop it. Don''t bring her up again."
"I wouldn’t mention it, but I just saw Mia and a few chicks following Zoey into thedies'' room. Probably
they were bullying her. Aren''t you gonna step in?"
"She needs to learn from her actions," Fitch said, unbothered. He wondered how far Mia could push
her. Ever since Maja had taught Mia a lesson, she''d been pretty tame, causing no real trouble, maybe
just some verbal jabs.
Zoey was too delicate to handle even that?
She shouldn’t be vindictive when she did this herself, and she deserved it.
Tyler observed Fitch''s stubbornness and was eerily reminded of Ian. Back then, nobody knew Maja
was Ian''s wife in name only. Ian denied any feelings for the designer, iming he was just not tired of
sleeping around, though, in truth, he was blissfully unaware of being willing to be the other man.
Tyler clicked his tongue, "I swear you guys are so damn stubborn. Forget it, I''m done talking."
He crushed his cigarette and slung an arm around Fitch''s shoulders.
"Let''s go back to the bar. You''re right, women are just a hassle. If they''re begging to be humiliated, they
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deserve to suffer, right?"
Fitch raised an eyebrow, surprised at Tyler''s words because they didn''t sound like him.
Suddenly, he remembered the recent gossip. Wasn''t there a young starlet desperately clinging to
Tyler?
"Tyler, have you been..."
"Drop it, man. Got myself a clingy one. Can''t shake her off. Just one night and she''s all over me. That''s
why I avoid the virgins."
What a jerk.