Chapter 62

The cops were already on the scene.

"Ms. Spencer, you alright?" Manuel noticed Zoey seemed down since she got there, so he walked over, looking worried.

"I'm fine, just need to wash my hands," Zoey replied softly, heading upstairs. She pushed open a door and went into the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet and just stared at the running water.

"You don't look fine at all," Henry's voice came from beside her. Zoey looked up, dazed, to see Henry standing in the doorway, concern all over his face.

Suddenly, Zoey's eyes welled up, and she couldn't help but throw herself into Henry's arms.

"Mr. Windsor, it hurts so much!" she cried.

The sight of those three girls was worse than she had imagined.

Zoey knew Miguel was bad news before she came, but she didn't expect him to be a complete monster. He not only tortured those girls himself but also let his bodyguards take turns abusing them. The bruises and wounds on the girls showed they were being tortured daily.

One girl had told Zoey she had tried to commit suicide but failed.

The only thing keeping her going was the thought of seeing Miguel punished.

Thinking of that girl's words made Zoey's chest tighten.

"Mr. Windsor, I thought I had been through hell, but those three girls the ones who are truly trapped in it. They've been robbed of even the most desperate freedom—to choose to end their own lives!" Zoey hugged Henry tightly, crying.

Henry had been gently patting her back, but when he heard Zoey's words, his hand froze.

To Zoey, that night three years ago must have been a nightmare.

So early the next morning, Zoey had fled, even going abroad, making it impossible for him to find her.

Henry's eyes darkened, but he held Zoey even tighter.

No matter what, now that he had found her, he would never let her go again.

Zoey cried for nearly half an hour, and after letting it all out, she finally felt a bit better.

Seeing Henry's clothes wet from her tears, she felt a bit embarrassed. "Mr. Windsor, I'm sorry."

"Do you feel better now?" Henry didn't seem to care about his clothes; he was only worried about Zoey.

Zoey nodded. "Much better. Let's go; we shouldn't keep the police waiting."

She knew she still had to go to the police station to give a statement.

Henry took her hand and led her out.

Manuel saw Zoey come out with red, swollen eyes from crying and realized that Zoey was just a girl in her early twenties. No matter how strong she was, witnessing these tragic girls undoubtedly caused her great distress.

However, he didn't expect Henry to personally comfort Zoey. It appeared that Henry genuinely cared for her.

After all, Henry knew Zoey was already a mother of two.

"Ms. Spencer, the contract." Seeing that Zoey seemed to have forgotten about the transfer contract, Manuel quickly reminded her.

Zoey had indeed forgotten.

So she took out the transfer contract from her bag and walked over to Miguel, who was being guarded by the police. "Sign this contract."

Miguel was taken aback, and after reading the contract, he blurted out, "Why should I transfer the company to you for such a low price?"

"Even if you don't sign it, you won't be able to run your company anymore. If you give it to me, at least I'm willing to give some money to your wife and son abroad. Two million dollars may not be much, but it'll let them live comfortably overseas."

Zoey hit Miguel right where it hurt.

He had his son before he lost his sexual function, and he only had this one son, so Miguel valued him greatly.

Zoey was right. If he didn't agree to sign, his wife and son would be left with nothing—let alone two million dollars—since his overseas assets would also be liquidated.

In the end, Miguel reluctantly signed the contract.

"I never touched you, and I even transferred the company to you for a low price. When you go to the police station, can you put in a good word for me? At the very least, try to ensure I don't get a life sentence." Miguel handed the signed pen back to Zoey and pleaded with her.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Zoey felt no sympathy at all. She just asked him expressionlessly, "Have you ever killed someone?"

Miguel was stunned at first, then immediately understood what Zoey meant. "No, I haven't, I really haven't."

Seeing the fleeting panic in Miguel's eyes, Zoey's eyes turned even colder.

She turned to Henry and said, "Mr. Windsor, I suspect there's a buried body here. Can we have someone dig?"

Earlier, one of the girls had said that she remembered another girl being held next door. One day, that girl screamed for a long time, then there was silence.

Then she heard the door next to hers open and Miguel cursing at the door, so she pressed her ear to her door to listen.

She heard Miguel instruct his men to bury the body under a tree behind the villa.

As Zoey thought of this, the look she gave Miguel was as if she were gazing at a dead man.

Henry nodded to her and then instructed John to take people to dig.

Zoey gave a rough location, and John left with a dozen bodyguards, leaving a few to protect Henry and Zoey.

"What are you doing? I didn't kill anyone. Even if you find a body, it must have been done by my subordinates. It has nothing to do with me." Miguel was really terrified; his face involuntarily betrayed his fear as he hurriedly sought to absolve himself of responsibility.

If he was just sentenced to life, he might still find a way to reduce his sentence. Maybe in a few years, he could get out.

But if he was sentenced to the death penalty, then there was really no way out.

Seeing Miguel's panicked expression, Zoey understood everything he had done.

One of the bodyguards, hearing Miguel trying to shift the blame, immediately got angry. "Miguel, even at this moment, you're still trying to shift the blame onto us? Ms. Spencer, he's the murderer. Do you know why the trees in the villa's backyard flourish so well? Because they're fertilized with dead bodies, hahaha!"

Zoey felt a chill all over and couldn't help but kick the bodyguard who spoke. "You're all beasts!"