Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1570

Tyler glanced at his watch and asked Zoey, “How much time do you need?”

“Just ten minutes.”

The two headed to a quiet private room. Zoey sat up straight, her posture at odds with the bruise on her face.

There was something about her that made Tyler intuitively feel she wasn't as fragile as she appeared.

Maybe it was only in the face of Fitch that her backbone seemed to melt away. But that wasn't for him to ponder. Love was a battlefield, and the first to surrender handed the other the weapons to wound.

“Tyler, I need to know about the Miller family. Carol is a friend of Ms. Pennyfeather, and I'm a bit worried. I reached out to her today, but she kept saying everything was fine. Yet, the media has been buzzing all day. Has her father really been locked up?”

While asking the question, Zoey had a hunch that the media reports were true - that Carol's father was indeed behind bars. What was crucial now, however, was understanding what role Felix played in this.

If the president of the Miller Group was sent to the slammer by Felix himself, and he still insisted on marrying Carol now, what was his endgame?

Was Carol being coerced? It was hard to picture a high-society girl like Carol from the Miller Group being forced into marriage.

Since Carol was tight-lipped about the whole affair, Zoey had no choice but to seek the truth herself.

Tyler raised an eyebrow, surprised by Zoey's line of inquiry, “The Miller family, huh? Yeah, they've collapsed this time. But who's to blame? Carol was love-blind, let the wolf in the door, and gave Felix the chance.”

Zoey frowned, “Are you saying Felix had ulterior motives from the start? That he deliberately got close to Carol?”

Zoey stared at the juice on the table, silent. She couldn't intervene. Even after Tyler left, she hadn't snapped out of it, unsure whether to share this with Maja.

She didn't know what was happening on Maja's end. Massaging her temples, Zoey sighed, stood up, and left.

Just as she stepped out of the hotel, she spotted Fitch nearby, who was standing by his car, smoking in the brisk night air. His trench coat fluttered in the wind.

Something tugged at Zoey's heart. She avoided his gaze and hurried to her car. Fitch's peripheral vision caught her. He should've left when Tyler did, but something made him linger.

What could Zoey want with Tyler?