“That’s enough, June!” Fletcher’s brow furrowed deeper. “She was feeling unwell and I just helped her stand. That’s it. Nothing happened between us.”
He let out an exasperated sigh.
“Stop imagining things. we’ll still be held the wedding next month.”
Soon, the private doctor arrived to examine Zoey.
“It seems that she’s just having fatigue. A couple days of good rest should do.”
So Fletcher gave her an entire week off.
Since Zoey had no place to live and she was his assistant, she’d been staying in the housekeeper’s room on the first floor of the villa since she was hired.
Now, with a week of no work, she stayed there all day—driving June nearly mad with resentment.
One afternoon, when Fletcher wasn’t home, June seized her chance confronting Zoey.
“Zoey, right?” She glared coldly at her.
“I’ve looked into you. You’re just a cleaner. Fletcher only hired you as his assistant out of pity. If you think that means you can take my place, you’d better forget it.”
She deliberately pulled out a wedding photo of herself and Fletcher, waving it in front of Zoey with a cold smile.