Chapter 61

"Alright." Henry gave Zoey a nod.

"John's bringing people over," he told her. "I'll call the cops later. We've got solid proof of Miguel's crimes against those girls, so we can't let him off easy anymore."

Zoey's eyes lit up. "Thanks for your help, Mr. Windsor."

Henry replied, "You should've asked for my help from the start. You wouldn't have had to take such risks."

Zoey gave an awkward smile and pointed to a room. "Mr. Windsor, Miguel's locked in there. Can you help me get him out?"

Then she turned to Manuel. "Mr. Owens, please wait here. I'll get the girl ready, and you can help me carry her out."

Manuel nodded without a word, like a subordinate following his boss's order.

Henry glanced thoughtfully but stayed silent, letting the butler open another room and walk in.

Zoey went back to the room, walked over to the bed, and looked at the girl covered in bruises, her eyes almost swollen shut. She spoke gently, "You're safe now. I'll wrap you in a blanket and have my friend carry you out. But first, can you tell me if there are any other girls here?"

The girl struggled to open her eyes, and as soon as she opened her mouth, blood trickled out, making Zoey's heart ache. "I don't know. I've been locked in this room the whole time."

Zoey nodded. "Okay, I understand. Don't speak anymore."

She wrapped the girl in a blanket and called Manuel in.

"Bastards!" Manuel's face turned red with anger when he saw the girl.

Zoey told him, "Be careful. She's badly hurt."

Manuel nodded vigorously. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

After handing the girl to Manuel, Zoey walked out.

The butler was dragging a tightly bound Miguel out with a blanket.

Miguel's gag had been removed, but he didn't dare to shout. Instead, he closed his eyes, pretending not to see Zoey, as if by ignoring her, she'd magically ignore him too.

Zoey kicked him in the face, her eyes sharp. "Where are the other girls you locked up? If you don't tell me, I'll blind you."

"There are two rooms at the end of the hallway, each with a girl inside," Miguel said, not daring to lie, especially with Henry standing right there.

Even the head of the Jimenez Family, who protected Miguel, had to show respect to Henry, let alone Miguel.

If he had known that Zoey was Henry's woman, he would never have allowed her to come.

Hearing Miguel's words, Zoey couldn't help but kick him a few more times, finally easing her anger a bit.

She looked up to see Henry watching her.

Zoey realized she had been quite unladylike.

She wanted to explain. "Mr. Windsor, I..."

"I think you're quite adorable like this," Henry said with a slight smile, his gaze gentle as he looked at Zoey.

Manuel, carrying the girl, happened to come out and heard Henry's words.

He marveled at how different Henry was. Then again, it made sense. A regular guy probably wouldn't be drawn to someone like Zoey.

Sure, Zoey was stunning, but the more you got to know her, the more you realized just how tough she was.

Most men wouldn't dare to fall for a woman that strong.

But Henry wasn't just any guy, and it seemed like they were a perfect match.

"Mr. Windsor, you in there? I've brought people," John's voice called from above the basement, and Henry let him in.

John was stunned by the scene before him.

Henry, keeping a straight face, instructed him, "Drag these bodyguards out and call the cops. Tell them Miguel's been illegally detaining girls and to send more officers."

John snapped out of it and quickly nodded.

Henry continued, "Assign two bodyguards to follow Zoey and rescue the girls inside."

"More?" John saw the girl Manuel was carrying. Even though she was wrapped in a blanket, her face was covered in injuries, showing she'd been through hell.

John had thought there was only one girl. Was Miguel even human?

Zoey nodded at John, her face serious. "There are two more."

John immediately called over two bodyguards to follow Zoey down the hallway.

At the end of the hallway, Zoey opened a door.

The room was dark, so she felt for the switch on the wall. When the light came on, she saw a girl curled up in the corner of the bed, looking fearfully towards the door.

The girl was only wrapped in a blanket, likely with no clothes on.

When Zoey rescued the first girl, she hadn't found any clothes, not even underwear.

It seemed Miguel didn't allow the girls to wear clothes in the room for his convenience.

Zoey's anger flared up again. She looked at the obviously frightened girl and told her, "Don't be afraid. I'm here to rescue you. The police are on their way, and Miguel won't hurt you anymore."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly began to wail in pain.

The two bodyguards brought by John standing outside the door to avoid suspicion could only hear the girl's heart-wrenching sobs, and each secretly wiped away a tear.

Zoey's eyes were also wet. She patiently waited for the girl to cry for a while, then approached her and spoke gently. The girl's emotions gradually calmed down.

"Miguel and his bodyguards will die miserably, right?" The girl wiped her tears, her eyes filled with deep hatred.

"Yes, they will definitely die miserably." Zoey nodded in promise, and the girl finally smiled.

Seeing the girl, who wasn't even twenty, at an age when she should be most hopeful for the future, dragged into such a hellish situation, Zoey felt deeply saddened.

Zoey had thought she had experienced the darkest moments of her life, but compared to the girl before her, it was nothing.

Wrapping the girl tightly in a blanket, Zoey called a bodyguard to carry her out.

Then she opened the door to the opposite room and rescued another girl inside.

When Zoey returned to the living room, it was already full of people.