Chapter 1582


    Zoey felt an overwhelming force m into her, sending her tumbling down the adjacent hillside.


    Inside the car, the driver hammered the steering wheel with his fist and spat out the window in


    frustration.


    "Damn it! How did she go tumbling down? We''ve gotta make sure she''s dead!"


    "Chill, man. With a fall like that, she''s gotta be toast. Let''s bail before we get spotted. This ce is


    crawling with cameras. We can''t risk getting caught over a measly hundred grand."


    "Aren''t we gonna check on her?"


    "Forget it! Let''s get out of here. Someone''sing."


    They sped off, leaving the scene in haste.


    Rain drizzled from the dark sky, turning the road into a sludgy mess.


    When Zoey regained consciousness, the world remained shrouded in darkness, and pain racked her


    entire body.


    Trying to roll over, she felt a sharp agony in her bones.


    Her face was drenched with the icy rain, and the deste location offered no chance of being


    discovered or reported.


    She attempted to crawl forward, but the pain was so intense it whitened her face, like countless


    needles piercing her skin, causing her fingers to tremble.


    The ground beneath her was soaked, the dampness seeping into her body, yet she couldn''t feel the


    cold. All she wanted was to survive.


    She had a premonition—if help didn''t arrive soon, she might actually die.


    Dragging her numb legs, she inched toward her bag. Miraculously, her cellphone was still inside. She


    breathed a sigh of relief.


    Fumbling with the quick-dial, her mind was clouded, driven only by the instinct to live.


    She dialed Fitch''s number subconsciously, though he had long since blocked her.


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    Her phone kept ringing, but she seemed deaf to the sound, continuously dialing with shaking hands.


    Meanwhile, Fitch was at the hospital, keepingpany with Wendy.


    Wendy had just been rushed in for a stomach pump. The doctors said it was poisoning, and no one


    else but Belinda seemed like a suspect.


    Fitch immediately ordered Belinda''s capture and interrogation.


    But Belinda kept insisting it was Zoey who had made her do it.


    Taking a deep breath, Fitch unblocked Zoey''s number.


    The moment he did, her call came through, as if she had a camera on him.


    Annoyed, Fitch wondered if she had been calling him even while blocked.


    He answered the call, and without waiting for a reply, he used her.


    "Wendy has been poisoned at the g, and your mother''s behind it. She ims you put her up to it.


    What have you got to say for yourself, Zoey?"


    As the call connected, Zoey''s mind briefly cleared, but hearing his voice, any flicker of hope slowly


    faded.


    "Zoey?"


    Fitch called out again, puzzled by her silence. What was she ying at, calling him and saying


    nothing?


    His voice turned cold, merciless.


    "I''ll be getting awyer."


    The implication was clear—if it was indeed her doing, he wouldn''t let her off the hook.


    Stung by his words, Zoey propped herself up, clutching the phone tightly.


    But the pain was overwhelming, making even her speech seemced with needles.


    "Fitch," she managed, her voice not hoarse but incredibly weak.


    Was she pulling the same stunt again? Content of Draм??ovels


    "I''m not feeling well, could you please—"


    Before she could finish, Fitch hung up.


    Rain slid down Zoey''sshes, and she could no longer tell if it was rain or tears.


    Because she knew, Fitch would nevere to save her.