Chapter 42

Alexander was floored.

"Ms. Cavendish, what's happening? Did I hear you say stalker?" Beckett rush out, looking seriously worried.

Zoey absolutely couldn't get hurt. If something happened to her on set, how would he explain it to Henry?

Losing investments was one thing, but getting blacklisted in the industry? That was the real nightmare.

Zoey pointed straight at the still-shocked Alexander. "It's him. He followed me home before, and my assistant had to chase him off. Now he's shown up on set."

"He even threatened me, saying if I don't be with him, he'd ruin my reputation," Zoey said, looking genuinely scared.

Beckett shot Alexander a fierce glare. "You look decent, but who knew you were a creep!"

He told the assistant director to call the cops while standing protectively in front of Zoey. The rest of the crew also stepped up, forming a barrier around her.

"No, I'm not a stalker. I'm the heir to the Brown Group. She was my fiancée. I just came to talk to her. Don't believe her," Alexander finally snapped out of it and tried to explain.

But Zoey quickly countered, "I didn't know your delusions were this bad. If you were really the heir to the Brown Group, why are you dressed in wrinkled, food-stained clothes?"

With that one line, the crew immediately sided with Zoey again.

"I've never seen an heir look so sloppy."

"Yeah, if he was really an heir, he'd be driving a fancy car. I saw him walking over. He probably can't even afford a cab and took the bus."

"The bus stop is pretty far from here, like a half-hour walk. Look at his dirty shoes; he must've walked. No way he's the heir to the Brown Group."

The crew was right. Alexander did take the bus to save money since his parents cut off his VIP card. He was low on cash and pinching pennies wherever he could.

The household staff was also let go, so no one was there to iron his clothes, leaving them wrinkled.

Alexander's face turned beet red from their mocking; it was beyond humiliating.

In a fit of rage, Alexander tried to grab Zoey, but Beckett shoved him to the ground. "Trying to get violent in front of us? Looks like the only way to deal with you is to have you locked up."

In less than twenty minutes, the cops showed up. Beckett told them Alexander was a stalker, and they took him away immediately.

"Ms. Cavendish, don't worry. That stalker won't bother you again," Beckett reassured Zoey.

Zoey gave a small smile. "Thanks, Beckett."

Beckett grinned back. "My pleasure."

A few minutes later, Beckett made a call to Henry's assistant.

"John, there's something you need to know," Beckett said seriously when John picked up.

Ten minutes later, Beckett and John ended the call.

After mulling it over for a bit, John decided to fill Henry in on what Beckett had said.

Henry had been lounging on the couch for hours, looking like a perfectly sculpted statue, but his expression was dark and kind of scary.

The phone on the coffee table suddenly rang. He grabbed it quickly, only to see it was just John calling.

Realizing what he had been hoping for, Henry's lips twisted into a self-deprecating smile.

Zoey's man had shown up with their two kids to find her. She was probably having a great time with her family, not thinking about him at all.

For the first time ever, Henry felt like a complete joke.

He answered the call with a cold tone, "What is it?"

"Mr. Windsor, Beckett from the set called. Miss Spencer ran into a stalker pretending to be Mr. Brown. The guy's in the police station now, but I think it might actually be Mr. Brown. Should we get him out?"

Henry gripped the phone tightly, thinking, 'Zoey went to the set? Maybe she doesn't want to see that jerk?'

After a moment, Henry told John, "Go to the police station and check. If it's really Alexander, let him stay in jail."

"Got it, Mr. Windsor," John replied, finally clear on what to do.

Henry held his phone, debating whether to call Zoey when the doorbell suddenly rang.

He got up to open the door but found no one there.

"Henry, look down here," a clear, childish voice called out. Henry looked down to see two identical twins in matching pajamas.

Henry thought, 'Aren't these Zoey's kids? What are they doing here?'

"Henry, we're hungry. Got anything to eat?" Travis's bright eyes blinked, making Henry's heart soften a bit.

He opened the door. "Come in."

Travis immediately grabbed Gabriel's hand and ran inside.

The two kids started looking around Henry's living room curiously.

Seeing the two little ones who barely reached his knees, Henry picked up his phone and called Lally. "Lally, make some food and bring it over. Something mild for three-year-olds."

In the manor villa, Lally was puzzled as she headed to the kitchen, wondering if Henry's friends had brought their kids over.

After checking out Henry's apartment, Travis asked curiously, "Henry, did you buy this place or rent it?"

Henry answered simply, "Bought."

"Do you only have this one house?"

Henry shook his head. "Of course not."

Seeing Travis about to ask more, Gabriel quickly tugged on his arm. "We're just here for food, not to interrogate him."

Travis shot back, "I'm doing it for mom."

Henry was a bit puzzled. He wanted to ask why and where their dad was, but Gabriel spoke up. "Henry, we usually have a cup of warm milk when we wake up. Do you have any milk?"

Henry got up. "I'll check."

As he headed to the kitchen, Gabriel whispered to Travis, "How can you just blurt out our plan? Even if you're trying to find out about him, be subtle. Otherwise, he'll think mom is really vainglorious."