Chapter 1636


    The driver kept his eyes on the road, asionally ncing at the rearview mirror to observe the tense standoff in the backseat.


    It was a familiar scene - tensions boiling over to the point where knives were sometimes drawn. He swallowed hard, feeling that


    this high-stress job would be the death of him.


    He remembered first seeing Felix at the Miller Group. President Miller had made it clear he didn''t want Felix dating his daughter.


    So Ms. Miller had Felix start as a grass-roots employee, but the guy was a standout.


    Standout was an understatement. Within a month, Felix''s boss had promoted him, breaking all the usual protocols. Looking


    back, it all seemed like a whirlwind, happening far too quickly.


    Zoey, slumped in the passenger seat, stirred ufortably in her sleep, her head thumping against the windowpane with a soft


    whimper of pain.


    The car pulled up outside her apartment, and someone was already there to help her inside. Wilma had been dropped off earlier;


    Mr. Colby was only interested in her, but he wouldn''t dare mess with a top-tier celebrity like Wilma.


    Zoey was a nobody; no fans to raise a fuss if she was wronged.


    Being supported into her ce, Zoey felt the room spin. She hadn''t even managed to greet Carol.


    In the bathroom, she tried to vomit but nothing came up.


    Catching her reflection, she was startled by her gaunt appearance, only now realizing how much weight she''d lost.


    She wanted to shower but her body was limp, alcohol still burning through her system. She curled up on her bed and fell into a


    deep sleep.


    Waking up the next day with a pounding headache and a stabbing pain in her stomach, Zoey forced down a piece of toast before


    heading to the office.


    “Elvis, lock down Shawn Walsh for the car endorsement and send the contract over to Mr. Colby."


    "| thought we hadn''t settled on a face for the new energy vehicle?"


    "It was decidedst night."


    Zoey sat in her office chair, still pale. The contract reached the automotive headquarters only to find out Mr. Colby had resigned.


    Aresigned man''s promises meant nothing. Zoey was frustrated. She''d drunk the wine, endured a harrowing night, and now this.


    She couldn''t go to the police. As the head of Star Movie Group, any scandal, whether Mr. Colby had seeded or not, would


    tarnish her reputation in the circle.


    Rubbing her temples, she yed back the recording fromst night and sent it to the current president of thepany''s local


    division.


    The recording featured her and Mr. Colby''s conversation - Colby promising the endorsement if she drank with him.


    The reply was swift, "Sorry, Zoey. Mr. Colby was let go for personal conduct issues. Hismitments are void. If your talent


    wants to endorse, they''ll have topete like everyone else."


    Zoey''s temples throbbed with anger. If only Mr. Colby had been fired a dayter, the deal would''ve been hers.


    Resting her forehead on the desk, she took deep breaths slowly. The pain in her stomach persisted. Her phone rang at the


    moment - it was the police.


    “Miss, your mother wishes to see you. The Bennitt family won''t pursue the poisoning incident. If you post bail, your mother can


    be released without charges."


    Wendy had been destroyed, and the


    Inte public opinions had


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    "No need. Just follow the procedure," Zoey hung up and then started vomiting into the trash can beside her desk, though she


    hadn''t eaten enough to bring anything up.


    Later that afternoon, a call from an unknown number came through. It was Murray.


    "Zoey, I''ve got your mom out. You shoulde see her; she''s not in a good ce."


    Hearing his voice made Zoey''s


    stomach churn. She uae!


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    abdli ang up when Belinda’''s


    voice came through, "Zoey, I''m sorry.


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    It had been so long since Zoey had


    heard Belinda speak like that. All Bre


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    adit GEIS fhe criticisms and insults,


    as if she was never really her


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    Zoey''sshes were lowered; she was unwilling to engage.


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    Zoey only felt she had illusion. After all, Belinda had always clung to her stepfather, and loved him dearly despite his


    worthlessness and good-for-nothing.