Zoey received a picture from an unknown number showing Teddy asleep, and a location she had never been to or heard about. Without a moment of hesitation, she rushed there. Once she exited the elevator, she repeatedly called the number. A few days ago, the call was unanswered, but now the call couldn't be connected. The other party must've unregistered the number soon after sending the text. On the way there, Zoey thought about going to the police station. However, she worried the trafficker might harm Teddy once he found out the police were on the way, just like she had seen on the news, making her scared to act rashly. Barely any time passed before she reached the location. Upon arriving, she noticed there was nothing else in the area besides a store. She entered and sat inside until the owner closed the store at 10 pm.She wasn't given any further information, as if the other party had tried to test her and played with her emotions by sending the text. As Zoey still had a feve
Laurence was in no hurry to learn the results of the paternity test. He nodded at the nurse, then searched for Zoey in the hallway of the medical room. She was stood by the window in the hallway, her phone in hand, lost in thought. She appeared to be waiting for some news. She only became aware of Laurence's presence when he emerged behind her."Are you done?" "Yeah." "When will the results be ready?" "Two to three days." The test result didn't matter much to Zoey anymore. The wait was too long. She could wait, but her baby's time was running out. She wouldn't count on the human trafficker to be merciful. Kids were vulnerable and delicate. They could get sick if not handled with care. Zoey was dumbstruck as countless thoughts went through her mind. The squeezing pain in her arm snapped her out of her thoughts. Zoey studied the face of the man whose attractive features hid his cruelty and indifference. Even though all this was to help her, and a life was at stake, Laurence re
"Shit!" Jason snapped and cursed, no longer the gentleman he always was in Zoey’s presence. Zoey clutched her uncle's hand tight and lifted her gaze to him. "Uncle Jason, any updates from the police?" Jason couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes. "Not yet. There isn't any surveillance in the area. The culprit switched vehicles during the kidnapping, so tracking them down is going to be hard.”Zoey didn't tell her uncle about the text messages. The last thing she wanted was to act recklessly, especially after the gruesome photo she received as a warning. As they were holding her son hostage, she had no choice but to go alone. Zoey lowered her gaze. "Okay. I'll be patient." Jason furrowed his brows in a scowl. It worried him that Zoey was acting so calm. Letting her feelings out was better than holding everything in. Jason had sent his men to search around, but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. "You're still burning up. Take care of yourself and get some rest at
Zoey wasn't kept waiting for long, and it was someone she expected.Sarah approached Zoey, sauntering in her heels and stopping a few feet away from her. She was tall and slender, with wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. Her caked face was glamorous but aggressive, and she curled her lips into a faint smile. The heavy makeup concealed the scar on her face completely. Zoey wasn't surprised to see Sarah; that was the amazing thing about women's intuition. The scheme was a product of careful planning. She had underestimated Sarah's resentment for her. Still, who was Sarah to hate her? Zoey wasn't the daughter of a homewrecker who had stolen her father's love. In fact, Zoey had never gone out of her way to hurt Sarah. Sarah had even gotten a manicure today. She looked at Zoey gleefully and pointed out, "You don't seem surprised." Zoey didn't have time to waste. She demanded, "Where's my boy?" The clicking of Sarah's heels sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and the deafening s
The phone call was untimely, its ring jarring. Sarah clicked her tongue. "Why aren't you picking up? I bet it's Laurence." She got that right. Zoey drew a deep breath and sat in her thoughts for a while before accepting the call as Sarah watched. Laurence spoke into the phone, "Are you home? Has your fever subsided? I bought you painkillers. I'm on my way to your place." Zoey pursed her lips. "I'm good. I have painkillers at home. Don't go to my house. It'll be bad if my mom sees you. She doesn't like you." She came off as harsh and insensitive. Laurence paused and clenched his grip on the phone. That was what he got for being nice. She was back to keeping him at arm's length when she couldn't get what she wanted from him. She burned bridges at record speed. Even when she pretended to be a little kind to him, it hadn’t lasted longer than a few days.Laurence's tone resumed its previous biting undertones. "Don't forget. The results of the paternity test are out tomorrow." Z
The wind howled through the mountains, and blood dripped from the edge of the blade. Zoey's hands shook as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The wind tore into her throat, piercing her windpipe. She swallowed blood which carried the bitter taste of rust. Her haste caused her to stumble and fall, scraping her knees and hands on the coarse rocks. There was no time to lose. Zoey picked herself back up and continued running. Despite the beautiful sunset in the background, the strong gusts shuffled her hair, adding to her disheveled state. She had nearly exhausted all her strength when she spotted Sarah's car. The old junk was vintage; God knew where she’d borrowed it from.Zoey drew close, her breaths in short gasps when she heard the wailing of an infant. Tears streamed down her face, a silent release of the tension and fear from sleepless nights.She pulled the car door open with force and carried the baby left in the front passenger seat in her arms. It was probably due
Laurence saw a missed call on his phone after a meeting. The contact displayed on his mobile screen took him by surprise. He quickly returned the call, but no one answered. Since the woman had not called his number in a long time, Laurence had reasons to suspect that she had either dialed the wrong number or butt-dialed him. It was no time to dwell on the matter, though. Laurence made multiple attempts to call her back, but the calls went unanswered, and her phone was eventually switched off. He clenched his phone tightly as his stomach churned. … Sarah watched as the burning car teetered on the edge of the cliff for a moment before plummeting down, consumed by flames. She lit a cigarette. Hiding her expression behind the wisps of smoke, she asked, "Is she inside the car?" The hired gun paused, then nodded, believing that no one could survive such circumstances. He replied, "Yes. Don't worry. She's dead for sure." He was paid to do a job, so he wouldn't cross the line and pok
Laurence had almost forgotten about the paternity test. He was the one who had insisted on getting it done, but the truth was, he couldn’t care less about the results now. It turned out people could be childish when they were in love. He constantly sought Zoey's validation, afraid of being invisible to her. He clenched his phone. "Alright, I'll be there." Since the highway was backed up for miles at around nine o'clock, Laurence took longer to arrive at the hospital. He wasn't in a hurry to get out of the car. Instead, he paced back and forth before heading to the clinical laboratory. The hospital was a hive of activity, so much so that there weren’t any nurses along the corridor. The hospital director immediately welcomed Laurence as he entered the building, knowing he was not someone to cross. After learning that Mr. Scott was there to collect the paternity test report, the hospital director ushered Laurence to his office. A nurse was sent to the nurses' station to retrieve t
Ryan had a reason for barging into the room. He thought he had seen something he shouldn't have.He had witnessed Zoey's relationship with his brother over the past few years. He hadn't thought so many things would happen between them when they got married.In the end, Laurence fell for her.The high and mighty guy had willingly become the loser for that woman.Zoey could tell from Ryan's reaction that he had misunderstood. Without bothering to explain, she walked straight out of the office.Laurence ignored Ryan, too. He treated Ryan as if he didn't exist and strode out the door after Zoey. Ryan was left alone in the office, dumbfounded.Laurence's assistant greeted him politely. "Are you here for ..."Ryan was still in a daze. He snapped to his senses and said, "I'm here to see my brother!""Mr. Scott just left.""I saw that.""Then, is there anything else I can do for you?"Ryan turned around to leave but returned halfway. He put his arm around the assistant's shoulder as
Zoey could feel the gazes on her as she stepped into the office. There were hardly any familiar faces left in the office.She secretly sighed in relief. She would have felt awkward and at a loss if she had to face the inquisitive gazes of acquaintances.Laurence held Zoey's hand, and she had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. She couldn't resist him.They entered Laurence's office. His office looked cold and plain, just like he was.Zoey noticed he was still grabbing her wrist. She took a deep breath and asked, "Where should I sit?"Perhaps surprised by her sudden cooperative attitude, Laurence raised an eyebrow. After a pause, he kindly reminded her, "The door is locked."Without a key, the door couldn't be opened from the inside.Zoey tried to pull her wrist away. "Got it."Laurence watched her sit on the sofa, and he relaxed slightly. He asked politely, "Would you like something to drink?"Zoey was momentarily lost in thought. She replied, "Warm water will do"Laur
Zoey was composed. She didn't seem worried about Laurence investigating her past in Novarvia. But deep down, she wasn't confident.Laurence had long lost any moral boundaries. Despite knowing she was married, he showed no concern about interfering in her marriage. He would likely become even more audacious and unrestrained if he discovered that her marriage was fake.Just the thought of it gave Zoey a headache. She never thought getting rid of someone would be so difficult, even if they held a certain position of power. Shaking him off became increasingly challenging.Lost in her contemplation, Zoey failed to notice the driver had changed direction. When she finally realized, the car was parked at the entrance of the Scott Group.Zoey pondered briefly. She thought the driver was sending Laurence off. She waited patiently and remained seated in the car.The man beside her calmly looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you getting out?"Zoey furrowed her brows. "Why should I?"
Sarah always seemed like she was thriving. Looking radiant, she hooked arms with the man beside her. She no longer looked as worn as she had a few months ago.Laurence was acquainted with the man beside her. His gaze was indifferent, showing neither surprise nor much emotion. Firmly grabbing Zoey's hands, Laurence wouldn't let her leave his side.Laurence had no intention of greeting Sarah or engaging with William. He held Zoey's hand, seemingly aware she didn't want to deal with them either. He turned his face to her and said, "Let's go."Zoey didn't refuse. They left quietly.This time, Sarah didn't stop Zoey. She usually tried provoking her.Once they were far away, Zoey immediately shook off Laurence's hand. He saw her furrowed brows and the undisguised disgust in her eyes. She must have hated Sarah a lot. She didn't even want to see her.Laurence explained, "I didn't know she would be here today."Zoey ignored him and walked ahead. The man behind her suddenly circled he
Zoey had no idea whether she was acting out of spite or being stubborn, but she arrived at the restaurant as promised. The restaurant had a private courtyard that offered great privacy. She didn't want to cause the person she was meeting any trouble. Neil's wife was once Zoey's client. Both parties were pleased with the business transaction. Zoey didn't like socializing, but she was out of alternatives. She forced herself to befriend Neil's wife. She had something to ask of Neil because her passport application had been dragging on without any progress. Zoey didn't want to lose control of her emotions again. She could still keep her cool if she stayed away from Laurence. To her surprise, Laurence had found out what she had been secretly up to. It was like he had installed a bug on her. She was horrified. "I've heard a lot of good things about you, Ms. Jenner." "You're too kind, Mr. Jackson." Neil was nicer than she expected. He didn't act superior or avoid the topic. Inst
Zoey ended the phone call. Without having to ask, Zoey knew what was going on when she saw Laurence. Needless to say, Laurence had taken the liberty to take the morning off for her. She couldn't be bothered to be angry. Instead, she felt numb as it had happened too many times before. Zoey looked down at her changed pajamas and turned to the man by the bed. She asked, "Where are my clothes?" Laurence met her gaze. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. "They were in the wash. They are in the dryer now." Zoey lifted the bed covers and stepped onto the carpet. She made a beeline for the walk-in closet, which was filled with many clothes she hadn't taken with her when she'd left years ago. She picked an outfit and put it on. Laurence was still in the bedroom when she walked out of the walk-in closet. He put on his tie and looked over at her. She glanced at him and said, "You should've woken me up last night." Laurence approached her. He was tall and looked sharp in his suit, with
Zoey was fast asleep. She thought she was dreaming when someone lifted her up. Her body clock over the last few days had been regular. She was going to bed early. Now, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Maybe she went back to sleep because she didn't sense any danger.Laurence hooked his arm behind Zoey's knees in a cradle and pulled her arm over his neck to secure her from falling. She mumbled in her sleep. He guessed that she was dreaming.Laurence couldn't hear what she was saying. He leaned in with his ear near her lips, but her mumbling stopped.The chauffeur, dedicated to his job, was on standby outside. Seeing his employer in the distance, he opened the door respectfully.Laurence carried Zoey into the car. The chauffeur closed the car door and glanced again at the woman in his employer's arms from the rear-view mirror. She looked familiar, but he didn't want to make any assumptions. "Where to, sir?" The chauffeur couldn't read his employer's mind, so he was careful not to
The bar wasn't too far from the restaurant. It was less than a ten-minute drive away. Laurence refused to let go of Zoey's wrist. He was bold to show off their closeness even though it was inappropriate. The others could hardly take their eyes off the couple. It was drama in the flesh. If they remembered correctly, Zoey had denied their relationship online two days before. She had even announced her marriage to someone else to set the record straight. What was going on? They had a hunch about the situation, judging by the resistance on Zoey's face. Maybe her ex-husband wouldn't leave her alone. The man seemed relentless in his pursuit. Nevertheless, it was not their business to get involved. At the end of the day, it was between Zoey and Laurence. Everybody quieted down and sobered up. The group caught a cab to the destination. Laurence shamelessly invited himself to join the group, and no one objected, not even politely. They weren't fools. They wouldn't offend the man for
Zoey felt a tingling sensation along her ear. It felt as if she had been electrocuted. Laurence's tone was half-joking, but there was seriousness behind it. He was ready to tell on her to her husband the moment she nodded. Zoey had lost her patience with him a long time ago. She couldn't help but snap back every time. She looked up. Her face was small. She was about to tell him to get lost when the man took the chance to deepen the kiss. He squeezed her chin, forcing her to part her lips to let him in. Zoey was pinned against the wall. His scorching breath took hers away. She was trapped like prey in a snare. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.Laurence didn't stop with a brief kiss. He didn't give Zoey room to breathe, and she could feel her limbs going weak. Her tongue was going numb. The woman opened her mouth, gasping for air. She hung onto his collar to stop herself from going limp. The man was always greedy. He could never get enough of her. Zoey had