Chapter 59

Manuel felt a wave of relief wash over him when he heard Henry's words, even though Henry still scared the crap out of him.

As long as Henry showed up, Miguel would be a meek mouse, too scared to make a move against Zoey.

"Got it, Mr. Windsor. I'll go tell Miguel right now," Manuel agreed without hesitation. 

As Henry left the law firm, he dialed John's number.

"Mr. Windsor, what's up?" John answered quickly.

Henry didn't waste any time. "Take twenty bodyguards to Miguel's villa."

"Miguel? Mr. Windsor, aren't we still looking for him? Even if we nab him now, we don't have enough evidence. And you're just taking bodyguards without looping in the cops?" John was shocked, not getting why Henry was acting this way.

Plus, Henry sounded super pissed on the phone.

What the heck did Miguel do to make Henry this mad?

"Zoey's at his place. Get there ASAP with the men. I'll head over first," Henry's words made John's eyes go wide.

He never thought Zoey would be at Miguel's place.

"Okay, Mr. Windsor, I'll get the men and head over right away," John replied immediately.

Then Henry hung up, floored the gas pedal, and sped towards Miguel's villa.

Manuel got out of his car and walked up to the estate alone, pressing the doorbell.

The guard didn't open the door but asked through the gate, "Who are you?"

Manuel quickly pulled out his business card and handed it over. "I'm lawyer Manuel. I need to see Mr. Jimenez urgently."

The guard took the card, glanced at it, and said, "Wait here."

He went inside to talk to the butler. The butler, knowing the reputation of lawyer Manuel, came out to meet him personally.

"Mr. Owens, what brings you here so late to see Mr. Jimenez?" the butler asked politely.

Manuel replied, "It's a matter of great importance. I need to speak with Mr. Jimenez in person."

The butler frowned slightly but still opened the gate to let Manuel in.

Meanwhile, Zoey wrapped herself tightly in a blanket, let her tied-up hair down, messed it up with her hands, and then headed to the next room.

The soundproofing in this place was pretty good; even the woman's screams inside were faint and muffled.

Zoey suppressed her anger and knocked on the door forcefully.

After a moment, the door opened, and the woman's screams mixed with the wild laughter of several men hit Zoey's ears like a punch.

The guy who opened the door was only wearing a pair of shorts, with a faint smell of blood on him.

He was muscular and looked pretty strong.

Because Zoey's hair was messy and she had her head down, the guy couldn't see her face.

He asked impatiently, "Which room are you from? How dare you come out on your own?"

Hearing this, Zoey's heart sank. It seemed there was more than one girl locked up in this basement.

Zoey kept her head down, not looking at the guy, and said timidly, "Mr. Jimenez wants you to find three people to go to his room. He has something for you to do."

After speaking, without waiting for the guy to respond, Zoey wrapped the blanket tightly around herself and ran into the adjacent room.

Closing the door behind her, Zoey gripped a small knife tightly in her hand, waiting for the men to show up.

In less than two minutes, there was a knock on the door, and one of the men respectfully asked, "Mr. Jimenez, what do you need us for?"

Miguel couldn't make a sound, as Zoey had gagged him and stuffed him under the bed.

Zoey opened the door directly, and soon three bodyguards walked in.

As the last bodyguard entered, Zoey quickly closed the door. When the last bodyguard turned to look at her, she had already taken the small knife and stabbed it accurately and ruthlessly into his eyes.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was knocked down by Zoey's swift strike.

Zoey gripped the blood-stained knife tightly. When the second man reacted and lunged at her, she immediately covered his head with the blanket she was wearing, then leaped onto his back.

She stabbed the knife into the man's shoulder, rendering him unable to reach for her, then quickly wrapped the blanket tightly around his head and twisted it forcefully, causing the man to suffocate and stagger around like a headless chicken.

Seeing this, the third man, with a fierce look in his eyes, stepped forward to grab Zoey.

Zoey immediately leaned back, causing the man she was riding to fall backward as well, preventing her from being caught.

As she got up, she kicked the man who was trying to grab her.

The man, however, grabbed Zoey's ankle and pulled her forward forcefully. Zoey, not as strong as the man, was dragged towards him.

As the man sneered, Zoey stabbed the knife into his shoulder and twisted it hard, causing him to scream. Zoey then kicked him away.

Zoey turned to the man who had removed the blanket, grabbed an antique vase from a nearby cabinet, and smashed it over his head.

The antique vase shattered, and the man passed out.

Zoey then took advantage of the other two men's injuries and delivered a heavy blow to each of them, knocking them unconscious.

Miguel, stuffed under the bed, watched this scene in disbelief, and wet himself again in fear.

He never expected to provoke such a formidable person.

Among the men were a Muay Thai champion and a judo champion, yet they were subdued in just a few minutes, and in a very brutal manner.

Was Arthur's daughter a demon?

Now, Miguel only hoped Zoey would completely forget about him; otherwise, he wouldn't survive the night.

Zoey tied up the men, ensuring they couldn't break free even when they woke up, then opened the door and went out.

She came to the next room again, kicking the door directly, not knocking this time.

"Who dares to kick the door?" A man without clothes came out, cursing as he opened the door, only to be kicked in the groin by Zoey, causing him to retreat several steps in pain.

Standing at the door, Zoey saw a woman on the bed, naked, her body covered in bruises and blood. A bloodthirsty glint ignited in her gaze.

Looking at the three men in the room, Zoey's lips curled into a cold, harsh smile. "Beasts deserve to be slaughtered. Which one should I start with?"

Zoey grasped the blood-dripping knife in her hand, gazing at the three men before her with a deathly glare.

The three men exchanged glances, their eyes also filled with murderous intent.