"Listen up. I'm only going to explain this once."He picked up a pen, pulled over a sheet of scrap paper, and began writing as he walked her through the problem.Zoella froze, staring at the man in front of her, an inexplicable mix of emotions rising in her chest.Because of Jasmine, she had no real
Just when Zoella thought she couldn't take it anymore, Jasmine finally showed up.She jogged over. "Sorry, I was discussing our competition strategy with Fred. Lost track of time."Dennis responded smoothly, "It's fine. At least you're contributing something to the family. Better than a certain ungr
Zach looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then, he glanced away, his voice cool. "Don't ask such simple questions next time."Zoella smiled.That meant she could keep asking. Just not the simple ones.For days on end, after school, Zoella lingered in the infirmary, refusing to leave until she h
Zoella straightened her back. She had always known that Jasmine's father had saved her life.That was why, when Aaron first brought Jasmine home, she had never objected. She had even treated her like a younger sister.But over time, she realized—silently and gradually—that Jasmine was taking her bro
Jasmine flushed. "I'm sorry, teacher. It won't happen again."One of her usual followers quickly chimed in, "Teacher, Zoella has been studying really hard lately. She probably knows the answer."At that, the entire class turned to look at Zoella—most of them expecting to watch her embarrass herself.
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
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