Zoella stopped in her tracks, her voice polite but distant. "Hello Bobby, Dennis, Fred."If she didn't greet them, they'd just accuse her of being rude and throwing a tantrum. She didn't have the energy to argue about pointless things right now. It was a waste of time.Fred raised an eyebrow. "How w
Did this guy never post anything? Weird.Meanwhile, Zach glanced at his phone, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly."Zach, who messaged you?"Without a word, he locked the screen.Scott raised an eyebrow. "Judging by the profile picture, it's a girl. Let me guess… the one you helped that day? What was
Fred was troubled over the upcoming competition.Bobby patted his shoulder. "Once the scores are out, I'll talk to her. The revival match is too important for us to take any chances."Fred scowled. "She begged me for ages before I finally taught her how to play. Now she's turning the tables on me? S
Zoella kept telling herself not to care.Jasmine could only resort to these petty tricks—summoning Fred to school and making a scene. In the end, her scores would probably be voided. That was the outcome Jasmine wanted.But when Zach asked about her results, she still couldn't stop the dull ache in
Zoella hadn't expected the principal to bring it up.She glanced at Fred and Jasmine across from her, her expression calm and unshaken.Fred, on the other hand, looked uneasy. Zoella had always chased after him, always gone along with whatever he wanted, never putting him in a difficult position. He
Zach straightened. His voice was cool and detached. "How'd it go?""I won, of course," Zoella said, tilting her chin up slightly. "The principal had me retake a test, and I did even better than last time."For the first time, the victory actually felt real. As if it only truly mattered now that he w
Zoella's interest piqued immediately.SweetLemon and IfTimeCouldRewind hid in the shadows, watching as Fred led his team into battle. The boss wasn't easy to defeat—it required precise teamwork. By the time Fred's team had almost finished the fight, their health bars were dangerously low.Ordinarily
Then, without a hint of doubt, she added, "Besides, you're my only friend right now."Zach stilled.Friend, huh?He let out a low chuckle before straightening, his tone turning stern. "Don't trust people so easily. Especially men.""Got it. I'm leaving now."She slung her backpack over her shoulder,
When Zoella saw Fred and Bobby appear, her expression didn't change.Calmly, she looked at Henry. "Let's set a time later, then."Henry nodded, then turned toward Fred. "What? I didn't say anything wrong. If she were my sister—with this kind of talent—I'd be treating her like gold, putting her on a
Zoella didn't answer the question. She simply turned and walked toward the main hall.Her steps were steady and purposeful as she lifted the hem of her dress to keep it from dragging. Not once did she look back at Fred or Bobby. It was as if they were strangers.Fred remained rooted in place, quickl
Carrie didn't hesitate to expose Zoella's identity.The words landed like a bomb.For a moment, Fred's mind buzzed with static. He felt as if the ground beneath him tilted. His body wavered slightly. He stared at Zoella, eyes wide with disbelief and rage.She really was SweetLemon.So from the very
Zoella hadn't expected the question from the reporters.Did they really think she was part of Ace Cap?Her gaze remained calm and distant as she answered, "I wouldn't know. I'm not with Ace Cap anymore."The moment those words left her mouth, the reporters froze.The Finchman heiress said she wasn't
When the reporter asked whether Zoella was SweetLemon, Fred froze for a moment.These past few days, he'd been drinking himself into oblivion, trying to numb everything with alcohol.If it weren't for this event, he probably wouldn't have pulled himself together at all.He'd heard that SweetLemon wo
Zach tried—really tried—to keep his cool. But the next second, his leg shot out in a sharp kick.Scott had already predicted it and leapt out of reach just in time. He continued talking. "Didn't you say Zoella's into someone? Maybe it's a classmate. Once they're in university, they might start dati
Zoella saw that people online were speculating about her identity. Most likely, it was someone from her class.In any case, she was attending the influencer event tonight—her identity would be exposed sooner or later. Whether it happened now or later didn't really matter.[I’m the Finchman heiress’s
Zoella felt her way down from the sofa. Zach's hands reached out beside her.She glanced over.Above her, Zach said gently through the darkness. "You'd better hold on tight."Zoella gave a small cough. "No need, seriously."The moment her foot hit the ground, it slammed into the corner of the coffee
Zoella was carried out of the area littered with broken glass and placed gently onto the couch.Zach looked down at her. "Next time I tell you not to move, don't move. If your brain's not working, stay put."She had just gotten scolded.Zoella lowered her head. "I didn't think I'd bump into the vase