Who’s the Dog Now? novel Chapter 40

“I didn’t even do anything…”

“Why didn’t he believe me…”

Naomi’s voice was a whisper. Lennon, focused on driving, only caught a few words—“Zebulon,” “believe”—and his expression hardened, a flicker of bitterness in his eyes.

So, it was still about Zebulon.

After a few moments of delirious muttering, Naomi fell silent. Lennon said nothing, but the car went even faster.

Fortunately, the hospital was just ahead. Lennon screeched to a halt by the curb, jumped out, and ran around to the passenger side to lift her out. He sprinted towards the entrance, shouting, “Someone’s in shock from blood loss!”

Emergency room staff immediately rushed out to help. Lennon placed Naomi on a gurney and watched as she was wheeled into the ER. Only then did he notice the bloodstains on his clothes.

He stared at the crimson smear, his expression unreadable.

After a long moment, the ringing of his phone pulled him back to reality.

“Speak.”

Without checking the caller ID, Lennon put the phone to his ear, his voice as cold as ice.

The assistant on the other end of the line was taken aback.

“Mr. Spencer? Is something wrong?”

Recognizing his assistant's voice, Lennon’s eyes narrowed. “I need you to look into something for me.”

“Of course, sir. What is it?”

…

Zebulon and his friends partied wildly until four in the morning, completely unconcerned about their classes the next day.

For their crowd, attending class was optional. Anything they could learn at the university, they could learn through other channels.

With that, he slammed the master bedroom door shut.

Tiffany stood frozen, a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and resentment swirling inside her. But ultimately, it all hardened into resolve.

As long as Zebulon continued to favor her, it was only a matter of time before she had him completely.

Her eyes swept across the luxurious apartment, her ambition growing like weeds.

At a time when the average university student’s monthly allowance was a couple hundred dollars, people like Zebulon were living in lavish apartments like this one—and owned several of them.

Tiffany smirked. She was certain that anyone else who snagged an ultimate catch like him would never let go either.

Remembering Naomi, who had left hurt and defeated, Tiffany smiled wickedly as she took a small, bladed ring from her purse and tossed it into the trash can.

Seeing the traces of Naomi’s blood still on it, she let out a satisfied laugh.

Oh, Naomi, she thought, don’t blame me. People strive for better things. I want to be Mrs. Hughes, and to do that, I had to get you out of the way.