Chapter 33

"Did you help Zoey out?" Henry set his empty bowl aside, his tone colder than before.

Joseph shook his head, grinning. "I wanted to, but Miss Spencer didn't give me the chance."

"Oh?" Seeing Joseph's smirk, Henry figured Zoey hadn't let herself be pushed around.

Joseph continued, "I didn't expect it, but Miss Spencer knows some combat skills. Those three didn't stand a chance. She only spared her biological dad, but her stepmom and stepsister got it bad."

"I was wondering why you were so interested in such a young girl. The accident a few years ago shouldn't have made you so invested. But now it seems, you two are quite a match. Your core principles seem quite aligned, don't they?"

After saying this, Joseph remembered what Zoey had asked him to tell Henry before she left the mansion, then he relayed the message.

Finally, he curiously asked Henry, "What does she mean by that? I didn't get it."

Henry's head still ached a bit, but he smirked. She had quite the temper and a lot of guts.

"You don't need to know. Just tell me where she's staying now."

Joseph wasn't surprised by Henry's response. After giving him the name of Zoey's neighborhood, he left. He had a surgery to prep for at the hospital that afternoon.

Henry called John and told him to buy the house across from Zoey's.

"If they don't want to sell, offer double."

John wondered what Henry was up to. Was he planning to start as Zoey's neighbor and then slowly win her over? Who would've thought he'd come up with such a tactic?

"Yes, Mr. Windsor, I'll handle it personally and make sure Miss Spencer's neighbor sells the house today," John agreed right away.

At Evergreen Hospital, Catherine, who had just gotten a painkiller shot, cursed angrily, "That bitch Zoey, when did she learn combat skills? How dare she hit me! I'm so pissed off!"

She looked at Arthur. "Dad, it's one thing for Zoey to hit me, but she almost kicked you in the face. She doesn't respect you at all!"

Arthur's face was dark and grim.

His hand on the table clenched into a fist, then he looked at Caroline. "Caroline, contact your nephew Derek. Tell him to get Zoey to sign the contract giving up her shares by any means necessary."

Caroline's nephew, Derek Miller, although a manager at one of Arthur's real estate subsidiaries, was also involved with the underworld, making him the perfect choice for the task.

Caroline was secretly pleased but pretended to hesitate. "Arthur, is this really okay? What if Derek's people accidentally hurt Zoey? After all, she is your daughter."

Arthur's eyes were fierce. "She doesn't care about me as her father, so why should I care if she gets hurt? Tell Derek, as long as he doesn't kill her, he can do whatever he wants."

Hearing this, Caroline and Catherine exchanged a glance, a shared look of delight on their faces.

This time, they weren't going to let Zoey off the hook.

Zoey had been busy all day and finally felt hungry by evening, having barely eaten anything.

Opening the door, she called out to Claire, "Let's go out for some Mexican food."

She didn't want Claire to cook pasta again, and Claire loved Mexican food.

"Sure thing!" Claire happily went to her room to change.

While waiting for Claire, Zoey's thoughts drifted to Henry. He should be over his fever by now.

She pulled out her phone, hesitating about calling him. After all, she had hit him with an ashtray, and he hadn't contacted her all day, so he might be really mad.

Just as Zoey was debating whether to call, the doorbell rang.

Could it be Arthur and the other two again?

Zoey's eyes showed no fear as she went to open the door, only to see Alexander standing there.

In just a few days, Alexander looked much worse. It seemed that lack of money could quickly change a person, even their spirit.

Zoey looked at him coldly. "What are you doing here?"

"Of course, I'm here to get my shares back. If you know what's good for you, you'll return them now, or you'll regret it." Alexander threatened Zoey without any pretense.

Zoey was speechless. With a faint, mocking smile, she retorted, "Why should I regret it? What can you do to me now?"

Alexander's face twisted with anger. "I'm still my parents' only son. They're just ignoring me temporarily. But in a few days, they'll forgive me, and take back those shares from you with tough approach. You should know that they may not be as patient as I am."

Alexander thought that after saying this, Zoey would be scared.

But Zoey just coldly laughed at him. " Is the Brown family really so untrustworthy? I think I should call Mr. Windsor and ask if your parents are really that unreasonable. After all, he's a very reasonable elder."

Saying that, she took out her phone, clearly intending to call Henry.

Alexander's face changed dramatically, and he reached out to knock the phone out of Zoey's hand.

Zoey's eyes turned cold, and she swiftly dodged Alexander's hand.

"Alexander, you jerk, how dare you come here?" Claire, who had just changed her clothes, saw Alexander at the door, looking like he was about to hit Zoey. She angrily grabbed a nearby vacuum cleaner and swung it at Alexander without hesitation.

Alexander dodged while shouting, "If you hit me, I'll call the police."

"Go ahead, call the police. I want to report you too. You bastard. You almost harmed Zoey and still have the nerve to come here. When the police arrive, I'll tell them you're a pervert, stalking two girls to their home with bad intentions."

Having barely eaten in the past few days, Alexander was too weak to push away the furious Claire.

In the end, he pushed open the hallway door and fled in a panic.

Claire, one hand on her hip and the other holding the vacuum cleaner, stood at the hallway door and shouted at Alexander, "If you dare come back, I'll beat you to a pulp. Just try it!"