Chapter 1664
When Maja stepped out of the building, she was still fuming. Failing to meet with Zoey and now learning that the victim''s family
had receivedpensation, it seemed the matter had been effectively buried by Fitch. With Zoey''s own cooperation in not
pursuing the case further, Maja, as an outsider, was utterly powerless.
Her expression was sour as she climbed into her car.
Beck, unsure how to offerfort, thought for a moment before suggesting, "How about we swing by Greenfield Gardens?"
Greenfield Gardens wasn’s vi, currently likely under the care of his assistant Jeff, sincen was away.
Feeling both exhausted and indignant about how Zoey''s situation had been resolved, Maja agreed, though she knew she was
powerless to intervene in the legal proceedings, especially since all parties involved seemed to have epted the oue.
Clenching her fists, she med herself for pulling Zoey out of a mess but failing to teach her emotional independence.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.
What had she told Zoey back then? Zoey had been clinging to a sliver of affection from Belinda, and Maja had suggested she try
finding something else to fill that void. Clearly, Zoey had turned to Fitch, unbeknownst to Maja at first. By the time she found out,
it was toote.
Rubbing her temples, Maja spoke wearily, "Let''s head to Greenfield Gardens, Beck."
She was too tired and could feel her energy waning, her eyelids already fighting a losing battle.
Upon arriving at the vi and entering the security code at the gate, Maja was met with the sight of Jeff waiting for them at the
doorstep.
"Ms. Pennyfeather," Jeff greeted, a note of surprise in his voice. He hadn''t seen these familiar faces in quite a while, not since
lan had left the country.
Inside, Maja found everything just as she had left it—the decoration unchanged, the sound of dog and wolf barking in the
distance. It was Coco and Rocky.
Barely sitting down, Jeff had already instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Holding a cushion in herp, Maja felt herself drifting off but was jolted awake by the memory of Zoey''s puppy. Was it alive or
dead?
She made a call to Elvis.
"Mr. Pennyfeather, the puppy seems to have been found. I''ll check on Zoey''s ce tonight. She messaged me earlier about
looking after it, but | don''t have much experience with dogs."
"Bring it to Greenfield Gardens; we can take care of it here."
“Alright, I''ll go after work."
As Maja leaned against the couch, exhaustion seeped through her tone.
"Beck, wake me when it''s time for dinner. I''m going upstairs to rest."
"Sure."
Maja made her way upstairs, everything familiar yet untouched.
She enteredn''s bedroom, with its understated luxury, and now, it all just made her feel worse.
Tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, she wondered if she was developing anxiety. Pregnant and unable to resort to
sleeping pills, she forced herself to close her eyes.
Downstairs, Jeff, carrying a tray of tea, guessed that Maja had gone to rest.
“Any news fromn?"
Half an hour ago, Beck had briefed Jeff on the situation.
“Nothing.”
Jeff sat down, his worry creasing his
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Beck was anxious too. Every call from Cania made his heart skip, fearing they might findn but only as a body, or worse, never
find him at all. What would be of Maja and the child?
The two men fell silent, waiting for the chef to announce that dinner was ready.
As the evening darkened, Elvis
packed up his things and drove to
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complex, he spotted an unusual
luxury car with a string of identical
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The residents here were allpany artists who kept a low profile. Whose car could this be?
Reaching Zoey''s floor, Elvis found her apartment lights on. Was it a break-in?
With his spare key, he opened the door to find a man in a trench coat ying with Ozzy, holding a bone.
Looking up, Elvis recognized the
man''s face—it was Fitch. He''d m
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Mr. Raymond exuded an air of
aristocracy, Fitch was pure
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Yet, in the warm light of the apartment, that aloofness seemed to melt away.
Ozzy gnawed at the bone, its teeth not fully grown, scraping slowly as bone fragments fell onto Fitch''s expensive clothes. He
didn''t seem to mind, simply petting the puppy''s ear gently.
Noticing the door opening, Fitch looked up, locking eyes with Elvis.