Zoe watched Sophia leave, a sense of unease settling in her chest.

She paused briefly before deciding to exit as well.

Sophia stepped out of the spa and ended the call with a sharp tap.

Her fingers trembled slightly.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she forced herself to remain composed.

She wouldn't let her emotions control her.

"Ethan actually went after the Grant family," she whispered to herself.

A spark of excitement flickered in her eyes, though her face remained neutral.

She imagined Isabella's reaction when she discovered the truth.

The thought of Isabella's world shattering brought her immense satisfaction.

She could almost taste the despair that would follow.

But she knew better than to act recklessly.

Flaunting this victory would be unwise.

A new idea formed in her mind.

She immediately grabbed her phone and dialed.

"Victoria," she said smoothly when the call connected. "Meet me at our usual spot. Now."

She ended the call without waiting for a response.

Sliding into her car, she pressed the accelerator.

A slow smirk spread across her lips as she drove away.

Zoe's expression darkened with jealousy.

Her jaw clenched tightly.

Her eyes burned with resentment.

"Isabella," she spat the name like poison.

Why did Isabella have both Ethan and Lucas wrapped around her finger?

What made her so special?

Zoe knew she matched Isabella in every way—family background, talent, looks.

She might even be superior.

Yet Ethan only saw Isabella.

Even Lucas treated her with exceptional care.

The memory of Eleanor's confrontation with Isabella replayed in Zoe's mind.

It fueled her frustration all over again.

No. She refused to accept this.

She wouldn't let Isabella enjoy undeserved glory.

Schemes raced through her mind like a storm.

Her gaze fell on her phone's glowing screen.

Without hesitation, she dialed.

Her voice was crisp when the call connected.

"Abigail, it's me."

"Zoe? What can I do for you?" Abigail responded politely.

"Did our studio receive a project from the Ellis family yesterday?" Zoe cut straight to the point.

"The Ellis family?" Abigail hesitated briefly. "You mean Robert Ellis's son Daniel's wedding? Yes, they ordered a full jewelry set from us."

"That's the one," Zoe confirmed, her tone turning cold. "Move that project up. I want to meet the Ellis family tomorrow to discuss the details personally."

"Tomorrow?" Abigail sounded surprised. "But Zoe, that project was scheduled for next month. This seems rushed. Won't it—"

"Enough!" Zoe snapped impatiently. "Just do as I say. Stop wasting my time."

A brief silence followed before Abigail's reluctant response.

She didn't dare argue further. "Okay. Consider it done."

Zoe ended the call with a slow, satisfied smirk.

Her fingers lightly traced the phone screen.

"Isabella... you love the spotlight, don't you?" she murmured. "Then I'll make sure you get all the attention you could ever want."