Chapter 37

"Do you know who sent them to grab you?" Henry asked Zoey.

Right then, Derek came to.

He was in serious pain, glaring at Zoey with bloodshot eyes. "Zoey, you bitch, how dare you hit me? No wonder Arthur's hated you since you were a kid and only sees Catherine as his daughter. Just wait, I won't let... Ah!"

Zoey stomped on his chest. "Your voice is so annoying now. Do you still think you can bully me like you did before?"

With that stomp, Derek's vision went black again, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before passing out.

Henry, piecing things together, furrowed his brows. "Was it your dad and stepmom who sent them?"

Zoey nodded calmly. "Yeah, they probably cooked up this plan to force me into signing the stock waiver."

Henry's face turned red with anger. "I'll take care of this for you."

Zoey immediately shook her head. "Mr. Windsor, I already troubled you last time. This time, I'll handle it myself. I need to settle the score with them properly." A cold glint appeared in her eyes as she spoke.

Seeing this, Henry figured she had her own plan.

He said to Zoey, "If there's anything you can't handle, remember to come to me."

Zoey looked at him silently for a few seconds before giving a slight smile. "Okay, Mr. Windsor."

Despite her smile, Henry felt a sense of distance, and his eyes darkened a bit.

Soon, the sound of police sirens filled the air, and several police cars arrived. The bad guys were all taken away.

Zoey also got into Henry's car. When the car reached the corner, she kept her word and handed a thousand dollars to the taxi driver who was still waiting for her.

Henry accompanied Zoey to the police station to give a statement.

While Zoey was giving her statement, Henry made some arrangements to ensure that those who went to prison wouldn't have a comfortable time there.

After all this, it was almost 1 a.m.

Henry personally took Zoey back to her apartment.

"Mr. Windsor, it's too late today, otherwise I would have invited you in," Zoey said with a hint of apology.

Henry smiled and brushed her messy hair behind her ear. "It's okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

These words gave Zoey the feeling that she would see him every day from now on.

Back at the apartment, Zoey opened the door and went in.

"Who is it?" Claire, who was already asleep, was startled by the noise. She jumped out of bed, grabbed the bedside lamp, unplugged it, and used it as a weapon as she cautiously walked out.

When she saw Zoey changing her shoes at the entrance, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Zoey, it's you? I thought you were staying at Mr. Windsor's place tonight."

Zoey rolled her eyes at her. "What do you mean stay at his place? But he did bring me back tonight."

Hearing this, Claire's eyes sparkled with eagerness for gossip, as she quickly moved to Zoey's side. "What's going on? Are you playing hard to get with Mr. Windsor so that he'll be more obsessed with you?"

Zoey pushed her. "What nonsense are you thinking? Nothing happened between Mr. Windsor and me tonight. I went to catch someone."

She told Claire the truth.

Claire's mouth dropped open, and it stayed that way for quite a while.

She finally got it—Zoey had tricked her and actually went to the kidnappers' hideout.

"Your dad agreed to have you kidnapped and bullied? Is he even human?"

Zoey snorted coldly. "If he were human, he wouldn't have sent me to someone else's bed three years ago. So this time, I'm not holding back because of our family ties."

The next day, Catherine asked Caroline, "Mom, has Derek contacted you yet? Did he teach Zoey a lesson?"

Caroline sighed. "Derek called me last night and said that bitch found the two men who were supposed to capture her and sent them to the police station. So he's planning to find another opportunity in a couple of days."

Catherine gripped her knife and fork tightly in anger. "How did she become so capable? She used to be so timid. How did she change so much in three years?"

"Maybe she really learned some skills abroad. Had I known she would be so difficult to deal with now, I would have found a way to eliminate her years ago." Caroline also looked regretful.

As they were talking, Arthur came downstairs.

He also knew that Derek had failed yesterday, so his face was very grim.

But there was a morning meeting at the company today, so he had to suppress his displeasure. Just as he was about to leave for the meeting, the butler suddenly approached.

With a somewhat unusual expression, the butler said, "Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Spencer, a lawyer named Manuel Owens is here to see you. He says he has something to discuss with you."

Hearing this name, Arthur was taken aback.

Catherine immediately said, "Manuel? Isn't he the top lawyer at an international law firm? How could he be in Stellaria, and moreover, visiting our home?"

Arthur didn't know either, but he still had Manuel invited in.

"Oh my God! He's so handsome!" When Manuel came in, Catherine was immediately infatuated.

He was wearing a black suit with a black turtleneck sweater underneath, looking like an elite and handsome gentleman.

Catherine didn't even try to hide her infatuation, staring at Manuel with wide eyes, almost as if she wanted to strip him naked right then and there.

Manuel glanced at her with disdain and disgust, thinking that Catherine was truly repulsive.

"Mr. Owens, what brings you to my home?" Facing the internationally renowned lawyer, Arthur's tone was somewhat polite.

However, Manuel was cold and serious. "I'm here on behalf of my client, Zoey, to ask you to expedite the stock transfer. Don't keep my client waiting too long."

"What? That bitch Zoey sent you? How could you be her lawyer?" Catherine was furious upon hearing Manuel's words, her voice sharp and harsh.

Manuel's eyes turned cold as he stared at Catherine. "Watch your language. Your rude remarks are unbecoming of a refined young lady and more akin to a common street shrew."

'Daring to insult Zoey, are you looking for trouble?' he thought.

Catherine was trembling with anger, and Caroline patted her arm to calm her down.

Then she smiled at Manuel. "Mr. Owens, please tell Zoey that we're all family. There's no need to divide things so strictly. She's still young, and what if she gets taken advantage of? It would be better for her father to manage the stocks for her. After all, he's her father. Of course he wants the best for her, don't he?"