Dear Ex-wife Marry Me Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1884

After what felt like an eternity, though it was only about three minutes, he turned to the person in the front row and said, "Check the surveillance footage." "Yes, Mr. Haskins."

Zoey was unaware she was being watched. When she got home, she started to remove her makeup. Her phone rang; it was the school calling. They informed her that the child of a major investor in Zion City had been confirmed to attend their preschool, and they were inviting teachers interested in the opportunity to fill out an application form. The form required a detailed account of family history up to three generations.

"Ms. March, you can't fabricate any of this. The Education Office will cross-check. It's not easy for anyone to get in here, and I know this is a golden opportunity. I've said the same to every teacher-it's a fair competition."

"I've sent the form to every teacher's email. Have it filled out and submitted by nine tonight."

Zoey wasn't interested in the first place, so she quickly replied.

"I'm sorry, but I was in a car accident four years ago, and I've been a bit slower ever since. I'd rather not apply."

"Ms. March, are you sure? If the investor likes you, they might just gift you a townhouse."

"I'm sure. I won't apply. Thanks anyway."

"Alright then. You wouldn't believe how fiercely the other teachers are fighting for this opportunity."

Zoey didn't respond, managing only a few noncommittal words before hanging up.

That evening, she had plans to go out for dinner with her friend Henry. After applying a face mask, she grabbed her purse and stepped out, only to notice a new, unmistakably expensive luxury car parked not far from her home. She checked the time, waiting for Henry.

Inside the car, Fitch gripped the steering wheel so tightly his fingertips began to tremble. His mind had been besieged by waves of emotion since the moment his assistant showed him the surveillance footage confirming the woman was indeed Zoey. Everything about her was identical.

Further investigation revealed that Zoey had returned to the city four years ago. Exactly four years-a curious coincidence. He had tried to get more information from Greenfield, but Rachel's contacts were tight-lipped, refusing to divulge any details. He couldn't believe he had been deceived for four years!

With a forceful press of the accelerator, Fitch's car screeched to a halt in front of Zoey. Startled, Zoey took a step back as the window rolled down, revealing a familiar face with furrowed brows. Fitch's lips pursed, struggling to release a coherent sentence. He wanted to ask why she left him, why she left their child, and why she chose to live alone in this small town. He was yearning to know if she was comfortable here, if she understood the local accent, and just how much pain he had caused her for her to prefer hiding away here rather than returning home.

Before he could finish, Zoey frowned and said, "Hello, are you lost? Looking for Rainbow Villa? You must be from out of town."

His silence was immediate; the utter strangeness in her eyes wasn't feigned. She didn't remember him. Zoey had been asked for directions before. Rainbow Villa was a well-known historical district in Zion City, popular among tourists. She assumed the driver was just another visitor.

Fitch stepped out of the car and stood before her, causing her to step back with caution. Right then, Henry's car arrived, pulling in behind Fitch's vehicle. Seeing Henry, Zoey breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to him.

"Henry."

Henry nodded, pulling out a tissue to dab at the sweat on her forehead. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late. What's the matter? Are you hot?"

Zoey couldn't explain her unease, only that the sight of the man had triggered a strong sense of alarm.

"I'm fine."

Henry glanced past her at Fitch. They had just met that morning. Nodding politely, he greeted, "Mr. Haskins."

Fitch watched Henry tend to Zoey, saw how relaxed she was with him, and how she seemed like a spiky hedgehog around himself. Suddenly, he found himself speechless, his fingers stiffening at his side. As a major client, Henry felt obliged to offer a few courteous words.

"Mr. Haskins, there are plenty of fun places to explore in Zion City. If you need, I could show you around."

It was a polite offer, one that most would brush off with a chuckle, but Fitch looked up, his gaze sharp and intense.

"How about right now? Are you two free?"

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