Chapter 35

Zoey glanced at the person who barged in, her eyes cold and thoughtful.

Gary, after a moment of shock, got what his cousin was hinting at.

He turned to the cops. "It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. We messed up and we're ready to face the consequences."

Gary's cousin rushed over to Zoey and bowed deeply. "Miss Spencer, I'm really sorry. Gary had some inappropriate thoughts about you and almost hurt you. It's all his fault, and he's ready to go to jail. I hope this can ease your anger."

Zoey stared at him for a couple of seconds, then suddenly smiled faintly. "Then let him face the music in prison."

The man smiled gratefully at her response.

Gary and his accomplice were taken away by the police. The man patted Gary on the shoulder, said some encouraging words, and then left.

 Zoey and Claire walked out of the police station, and Zoey suddenly said, "Claire, you go home first."

"Why should I go home alone first?" Claire looked at Zoey, puzzled.

Zoey didn't plan to tell Claire the truth, so she made up an excuse. "I just remembered I left something at Mr. Windsor's house and need to get it."

Hearing this, Claire's face lit up with a knowing smile. She looked at Zoey with encouraging eyes. "Zoey, it's actually fine if you stay there. Mr. Windsor is such a good man; I think you should seize the opportunity."

Zoey looked speechlessly at the excited Claire, almost completely understanding her thoughts at that moment.

"Don't overthink it. Alright, I'll catch a cab now."

Zoey was in a hurry to catch up with the man driving the car, fearing she would lose him if she turned back.

"In such a hurry, she must be eager to see Mr. Windsor." Claire smiled as she watched Zoey leave in the car, talking to herself.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Seeing it was Joseph calling, her smile deepened.

"Dr. Green, what made you call me?" Claire's voice was extremely enthusiastic.

Joseph's voice was much calmer, with a touch of politeness and slight concern. "I wanted to ask how your shoulder is doing. If it still hurts, you can come to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."

"Dr. Green, you are such a responsible doctor. My shoulder doesn't hurt that much anymore. Thank you for your concern." Claire honestly told Joseph.

"That's good. By the way, how is Miss Spencer's cold? Although she seemed to be recovering well the day before yesterday, it could relapse, especially since many people have colds these days," Joseph asked about Zoey as he glanced at Henry, who was was seated on the sofa sipping his tea.

Claire covered her mouth and told Joseph, "Zoey is fine, just had a bit of bad luck today. She ran into two thugs, but luckily, she's tough and managed to knock them down and send them to the police station. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Joseph was shocked. "What, some thugs tried to bully Miss Spencer?"

Henry, who had been calmly drinking tea, suddenly put down his teacup and grabbed Joseph's phone. "What happened? Is Zoey hurt?"

Claire was momentarily stunned to hear Henry's voice.

After regaining her composure, she quickly told Henry that Zoey was fine.

Hearing that Zoey had sent the thugs to jail and wasn't harmed, Henry finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Let me talk to Zoey."

Even though he knew she was fine, he still wanted to hear her voice to be sure.

Claire told him, "Mr. Windsor, Zoey isn't with me right now. She just took a cab to your house, saying she left something there."

"Okay, I got it." Henry said and hung up the phone.

Claire had wanted to chat with Joseph for a while, but now... she might as well go home.

In the restaurant's private room, Henry tossed the phone back to Joseph and said to his friends, "I have to go. Tonight's meal is on me. Order whatever you want, no need to save money for me."

After saying that, he quickly left the private room.

He needed to get home early to catch Zoey.

Otherwise, once Zoey got her things, she would definitely leave immediately without waiting for him.

Meanwhile, Zoey was in a cab, following a white car.

"Young lady, are you following your boyfriend? Do you suspect he's cheating?" The driver seemed experienced in tracking, following the white car at a good distance while also gossiping with Zoey.

Zoey, of course, wouldn't tell the truth. From the moment that man called her Miss Spencer, she suspected he was more than just here to check on his cousin; she believed he was sent by the mastermind behind the scenes.

Otherwise, how would he know her last name?

Zoey pretended to be sad. "Please follow closely. I'm not sure, but I need to see it with my own eyes to be sure."

Hearing her sad, almost tearful voice, the driver didn't dare ask more. If she had an emotional breakdown and didn't want to follow anymore, he would lose a fare.

Forty minutes later, the white car stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

Zoey had the cab stop at a corner to avoid being seen.

"Young lady, no matter what you see, stay calm. Don't let a moment of impulse cause irreparable consequences."

The driver didn't expect young people nowadays to like such excitement, sneaking around in such a remote, abandoned warehouse.

Once she went in, she might see something very shocking. Fearing she might hurt someone in her excitement or even cause a fatal incident, the driver advised her out of concern.

Zoey took out a thousand dollars in cash from her bag and placed it in front of the driver. "Got it. Please wait here. I'll be back soon, and I'll give you another thousand dollars then."

The driver's face immediately lit up with a smile. He happily took the money and assured her he would wait for her.

Zoey jumped out of the car, took out her phone, and quickly ran to the side of the warehouse.

She soon heard a long-missed, familiar voice from inside. "Well done. I'll transfer the money to their bank accounts later. Although nothing was accomplished today, you won't lose out. We'll find another chance to capture that bitch Zoey."

"Mr. Miller, should I put away this camera? We can use it again when we capture Zoey." One of the henchmen asked Derek.

Derek nodded, planning to tidy up and then go to a nightclub to find a prostitute.

It was a pity he couldn't have sex with that bitch Zoey today, but he would find another chance. He wouldn't let that bitch go.

Outside the warehouse, Zoey recorded the scene with her phone through a gap, her eyes filled with a cold, chilling light.