Chapter 36

So, it was Derek.

Zoey's lips twisted into a cold smirk. She thought, 'It must be Caroline who sent Derek over. Without her pushing, Derek wouldn't dare to mess with me like this.'

Did Arthur know his wife had cooked up this nasty scheme? He must have. Three years ago, he was heartless enough to send Zoey to another man's bed, so it was no surprise he was still acting with the same ruthlessness.

Zoey radiated a chilling vibe; she had been way too lenient.

Just as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and saw it was Henry. Zoey slapped her forehead, thinking Henry's timing couldn't be worse. She had no choice but to pick up.

"Mr. Windsor, why are you calling me now?"

Henry's voice dropped. "Weren't you supposed to come to my place? Stuck in traffic?"

At that moment, Derek heard the voice and came out. "Who's there? Zoey, how did you find this place?"

Zoey shot Derek an annoyed look. "Shut up, I'm on the phone."

Ignoring Derek, she spoke into the phone, "When did I say I was coming to your place?"

Henry didn't answer but instead asked, "I heard someone being aggressive with you. Where are you?"

Before Zoey could respond, Derek was already in her face, sneering, "You've got guts showing up here alone. Perfect timing, I don't have to hide the camera. My guys and I are gonna teach you a lesson today."

He reached out to grab her shoulder. Zoey's eyes went cold. With one hand still holding the phone, she grabbed Derek's wrist with her free hand, pressing down hard on a pressure point.

Derek yelped in pain, dropping to his knees. "Bitch, what did you do to me?"

Clutching his wrist, Derek glared at Zoey with intense fury. She ignored him and spoke into the phone, "Mr. Windsor, I'm busy. Could you call the cops for me? Tell them to come to an abandoned warehouse on South Road in the East End. There's a white car and a Land Rover parked outside. Thanks."

Without waiting for Henry's response, Zoey placed the phone on a nearby rock, picked up a thick branch from the ground, and gripped it tightly.

"Grab her! Tonight, I want her to suffer beyond her worst nightmares!" Derek's six men rushed out. He pointed at Zoey, roaring in anger.

Zoey's red lips curved into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty coldness. She kicked Derek in the stomach, grinding her heel down hard.

"It's been three years, and you've climbed the ranks to become a gang leader, huh? Today, I'll teach you a lesson and pay you back for all the times you bullied me."

Derek spat out a mouthful of blood. His men, seeing this, hesitated to approach.

But Zoey wasn't about to let up. She lifted her foot again and stomped hard on Derek's groin. Derek screamed in agony, feeling like his manhood had been shattered.

"Ah! Zoey, I'm going to kill you! What are you all standing around for? Beat her!"

Derek's men were stunned, feeling a chill between their legs.

The moonlight shone on Zoey, her face stunningly beautiful, but to the men, she looked like a demon.

Who would have thought such a beautiful woman could be so terrifying?

She clearly knew how to fight.

Zoey struck Derek on the head with the thick branch. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

"Come at me if you want, but your fate won't be any better than his." Zoey pointed the branch at the men, kicking the unconscious Derek with disdain.

Though they were already afraid, the men couldn't stand her taunting words. They rushed at Zoey, trying to capture her.

The branch in Zoey's hand seemed to turn into a sword. These men were beaten and bruised, eventually falling to the ground without even touching Zoey's clothes.

Once she was sure they couldn't get up, Zoey picked up the phone from the rock. "Mr. Windsor, sorry to keep you waiting. Did you call the police?"

Henry's usually calm voice sounded tense. "Are you okay?"

Although on the phone just now Henry got the sense that Zoey was unharmed, he was still worried without seeing her situation for himself.

Zoey smiled lightly. "If I were hurt, how could I be chatting with you now?"

"Find a safe place and send me your location on Facebook. I'm coming over now. Don't hang up the phone, understand?" Henry said to Zoey over the phone.

Zoey was thoroughly astonished. "Mr. Windsor, you don't need to come. The police will handle it."

It was late, and she didn't want to trouble Henry, especially since she would have to give statements at the police station, which could end until dawn.

Henry's fever probably hadn't fully subsided yet.

"Of course, I'm coming. I can't just leave you there."

Henry's concern was so straightforward that it warmed Zoey's heart.

Ten minutes later, Henry arrived at the warehouse before the police. He immediately saw Zoey holding a branch.

"Zoey, are you okay?" Henry quickly walked to Zoey's side, placing his hands on her shoulders, his deep eyes scanning her from head to toe worriedly.

Seeing him so anxious, Zoey felt a bit uncomfortable. "Mr. Windsor, I'm really fine. They're the ones in trouble."

She pointed to the seven men lying on the ground, including the unconscious Derek, who looked utterly miserable.

Looking at the men, Henry felt no sympathy. He had heard everything clearly when he was on the phone with Zoey.

If it weren't for Zoey's martial arts skills, she would likely have been bullied by them.

Thinking of this, Henry felt that Zoey was too merciful to them.