Chapter 34

Zoey strolled over with a grin, taking the vacuum cleaner from Claire and leading her back to the room.

"Don't be mad. You were so fierce just now, you scared him off. He won't dare come back and cause trouble."

Claire asked, "Did he come to settle scores with you because of Catherine?"

Zoey shook her head. "I don't think he knows about what happened at noon yet, but he did come to ask for shares."

After telling Claire what Alexander said, Claire put her hands on her hips, fuming. "I didn't hit him hard enough earlier. You should really call Mr. Windsor and let him know what Alexander did. As his grandfather, Mr. Windsor would definitely teach him a lesson."

Zoey shook her head. "Mr. Windsor is still running a fever. I don't want to bother him with such a small matter."

Claire nodded. "You're right. Mr. Windsor's esteemed presence should be reserved for the most pivotal moments."

Why did that sound like it had another meaning?

For some reason, the image of Henry kissing her that morning suddenly flashed in her mind. Although she quickly knocked him out, the feeling still lingered.

Her cheeks couldn't help but flush slightly, until Claire's hand touched her forehead. "Your fever is gone, but why is your face so red? I think we should skip the Mexican food and instead go back to the hospital to visit Dr. Green for another shot."

Claire looked at her worriedly.

Zoey immediately shook her head. "No need, I'm fine. I'm really hungry now. Let's go get some Mexican food."

The two of them went out.

After coming back after dinner, Zoey took a shower and lay on the bed, then took out her phone.

After some hesitation, she decided to call Henry.

The phone had scarcely begun to ring when it was promptly answered.

Henry's clear and magnetic voice came through the receiver. "I thought you had forgotten about me."

Even though it was over the phone, Zoey felt as if his lips were right next to her ear, making her feel a bit tingly.

Clearing her throat, Zoey said to Henry, "Mr. Windsor, you sound normal now. Your fever must be gone. I'm really sorry about what happened this morning, but it's not entirely my fault. After all, you drank the aphrodisiac tonic and couldn't control yourself. I had to knock you out with an ashtray to protect myself."

On the other end of the line, Henry gripped his phone tightly. If he hadn't controlled himself, how could Zoey have slept peacefully until morning?

However, he only said to Zoey, "So you went back to your home? Do you really think I'm that scary?"

Zoey immediately replied, "Of course not. I know you couldn't help yourself this morning. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked Dr. Green to pass on a message. Do you have time tomorrow? I'd like to treat you to a meal to apologize. How about it?"

She thought Henry would agree readily, and she had even picked out a restaurant.

But to her surprise, Henry said, "I'm busy for the next couple of days."

Zoey was stunned for a few seconds before responding. "I understand, your time is precious. Let's have dinner when you're free."

"Alright, I'll make time," he smiled slightly. In a few days, he would become Zoey's neighbor, and they would have plenty of time to see each other.

So, he wasn't in a rush.

The next morning, Zoey went to the supermarket alone to grab some groceries. When she came out, she noticed two guys tailing her.

Her eyes narrowed. She pulled out an ice cream bar from her bag and pretended not to notice as she turned into an alley.

The two men followed her right in.

Seeing the alley was empty, they blocked her from both ends.

"What's up?" Zoey stopped and gave them a cold stare.

Gary Harrison sneered. "We need to have a chat. Come with us quietly, and you won't get hurt."

He reached out to grab her arm.

In a flash, Zoey pressed the ice cream bar against his eyes.

"Ah, my eyes!" Gary clutched his face in pain and stumbled back.

"Gary!" His buddy, Asher Gibson, tried to knock Zoey out from behind.

But Zoey spun around and kicked Asher, sending him crashing into the wall. He hit the ground, his forehead bleeding.

As she looked at the two men writhing in pain, Zoey's eyes grew colder.

Half an hour later, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts, Catherine's cousin Derek was fiddling with a video camera, his mind filled with images of Zoey's stunning face.

Thinking that soon she would be stripped bare, submissive under him, and he could torment her as he pleased, he felt a rush of excitement.

He planned to record the whole thing so Zoey would have to obey him in the future, becoming his slave. Even her money would end up in his hands.

As he was lost in his thoughts, his subordinate got a call and approached him cautiously. "Mr. Miller, my cousin and his friend failed. They're at the police station now. What should we do next?"

Derek's face darkened. He hadn't expected them to fail against a single woman and end up at the police station.

"Go to the police station and suggest they acted on impulse. Tell them to behave in jail, and I'll find a way to get them out. They'll still get paid."

His subordinate immediately headed to the police station.

Claire got a call from Zoey and rushed over.

"Zoey, are you okay?" She worriedly checked Zoey from head to toe, fearing she was hurt.

Zoey replied, "I'm fine. Those two are the ones in trouble. I'll leave after I finish giving my statement."

Seeing Zoey looked unharmed, Claire breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened? You got attacked just going to the supermarket?" Claire couldn't help but ask.

Zoey looked at the two men being interrogated by the police and said coldly, "You'd have to ask them. I suspect they were hired by someone."

Claire leaned in and whispered, "Could it be your philandering dad? He's done similar things before. If not him, then Alexander. It's one of those two."

Zoey nodded. "I just hope the police can get the truth out of them."

As they were talking, someone rushed in. "Gary, are you out of your mind, doing something like this with your friend? Your mother said you should face the consequences. She won't hire a lawyer for you and has taken your money."