Reborn Second Chance With The Scheming Tycoon novel Chapter 268

Chapter 222

Not long after, news about Zoey Mitchell being involved with the assistant director spread all over

Heliovard.

Damien Taylor finally loosened his expression a bit after reading it. He gently pinched Amelia Johnson’s small upturned nose and said with a hint of helplessness, “Still, this kind of situation can be dangerous. Next time, just tell me directly. It’s safer that way.”

Amelia playfully stuck her tongue out. “Zhi Zhi was with me at the time. I was just worried reporters might catch her on camera, so I told her to head out first.”

“But how did you know I’d be there?” she asked.

Damien grinned, “Silly girl, I’m one of the investors. How could I not know it’s the wrap party? And how could I not guess a certain lovely someone would show up?”

“Oh right, I totally forgot you’re also an investor,” Amelia scratched her nose, slightly embarrassed.

Later, they went back to the Taylor estate.

Before bed, they gamed for a while.

“There’s a couple’s PvP tournament this weekend, are you free?” Amelia asked.

“Of course. We already made plans, remember?” Damien nodded and pulled her closer. “No sleeping until your hair’s dry.”

Amelia obediently sat there while Damien dried her hair.

Even though this wasn’t the first time, every single time made her feel this warm, fuzzy feeling

inside.

“I just checked, and that ‘ZZ‘ shot up to third place on the leaderboard. That’s a crazy jump!”

Damien casually asked, “What about her teammate?”

“Ranked fifteenth,” Amelia said as she tapped into ZZ’s profile.

Bio: Sister Zoey…

And the teammate’s username was “Little Yueyue.”

Both of them seemed to be from the same city.

Amelia rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Wait a sec… could it be, ZZ is Zoey Mitchell, and Little Yueyue

is Chloe Hughes?

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Once her hair was dry, Damien reminded her to log off, “It’s pretty late now.”

“Yeah yeah, just five more minutes, Amelia said with a little pout. She kind of didn’t want to log off yet–Little Yueyue just messaged her.

Apparently, Little Yueyue even asked to be her apprentice!

But Amelia turned her down.

Amelia: “Isn’t your bestie ZZ super awesome? She’s ranked third. Why not ask her to take you as a

student?”

Little Yueyue: “Lol, I know her real skills. Forget it.”

That made Amelia side–eye ZZ’s leaderboard spot even harder–something definitely smelled fishy.

“I’ll have someone look into it,” Damien said while casually glancing at her screen, and the moment he saw the chat, he already started texting his assistant.

When Amelia turned around, Damien had already gotten a reply. “Here, take a look.”

“Gosh, you’re like lightning!”

Looking pleased with himself, Damien tapped his chin in mock pride. “Anything you wanna know, I’ve got you covered. Now go to sleep?”

Amelia obediently put her phone down and naturally nestled into Damien’s arms. But her mind was still spinning–ZZ’s shady tactics were just too much!

If cheats like her keep popping up, how is this game supposed to be fun anymore?

At the Mitchell residence.

Thanks to the recent scandal, Zoey Mitchell’s image took a nosedive. Tons of gigs were put on hold, some brands even replaced her in their ads, and she had to cough up breach–of–contract

fees, too.

Zoey sobbed her heart out, curled up at home. This whole mess had been a trap meant for Amelia Johnson–how did she end up being the one to fall into it?

Mrs. Mitchell let out a heavy sigh and tried to comfort her. “Your brother will take care of it, don’t cry anymore.“Mom, Jack’s never on my side, all he does is back Amelia Johnson! This whole mess is her fault!” Zoey Mitchell thrashed around on her bed, acting out. Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell stood by, completely helpless.

In the end, Jack Mitchell entered and said calmly, “Mom, Dad, can you both step out for a sec? I need to talk to Zoey.”

“If you’re still siding with Amelia, then don’t bother calling yourself my brother.”

“…Make sure the guys you find are built and not dumb.”

Amelia Johnson left her motorbike, Blackwing, parked at Taylor Apartments and took a cab over to the Johnson home. After getting off, she messaged Emily Carter.

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