Chapter 54 I'll Repay Her Debt
When the woman saw people arriving, she shouted with renewed confidence.
"It's him! He's the one who hit me! I want to file a complaint, I want to call the police!"
But something unexpected happened. The security guards acted as if they hadn't heard her at all and swarmed her. Some grabbed her arms, others her legs, and someone even covered her mouth.
David's handsome, aloof face was covered with frost, his narrow eyes narrowed into a cold gleam.
"You're sick. You need treatment!" He pulled out a syringe from his pocket and slowly walked toward the woman.
He still wore his white coat, crisp and handsome, but carried an aura of murderous intent. Mike's wife struggled, making muffled sounds through the hand over her mouth.
She looked at David in terror, but couldn't break free from the large hands restraining her. However arrogant she'd been moments before, she was now equally panicked.
David didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the needle. He moved slowly, gradually pushing the liquid in the syringe.
Then he approached the woman, his lips curving into a devilishly cold smile. "Roll up her sleeve."
David gave the order, and someone immediately complied. The woman trembled all over, her restrained arm constantly trying to pull back.
David held her down, his fingers burning hot while his voice was ice-cold. "If you move around and something goes wrong, I won't be responsible."
The woman didn't dare move, but couldn't stop shaking. David ran the needle along her arm without hurrying to inject.
The woman shook continuously, her face pale as paper. She was so scared she wet herself.
"So cowardly? Weren't you pretty arrogant just now?" David's tone was mocking as he stood up, his eyes unpredictable.
After another long moment, he pretended to sigh in disappointment and squirted the liquid from the syringe toward the ceiling.
"Remember this—this is my territory. If I see you here again, do you know what the consequences will be?" David bent down and shouted fiercely at the woman.
All the security guards released their grip. But the woman seemed drained of all strength, unable to speak or react.
"Thank you, Dr. Brown." She scrambled toward the staircase on all fours.
Quinley had already fixed her hair and leaned against the doorframe, thanking David. Despite what she'd endured, her delicate face showed no disturbance.
David was slightly stunned. He suddenly thought Quinley looked quite beautiful—bright eyes, white teeth, pure yet alluring.
So he couldn't help squinting and looking at her a few more times. "How will you thank me?"
His lips curved into a roguish smile. He switched easily between good and evil, hands in his pockets like a little hoodlum.
"I'll remember it and thank you properly another day." Quinley was neither humble nor arrogant, not lowering her stance just because David had helped her out of trouble.
She had her own principles and persistence, very different from the other girls David knew.
"Fine, but I get to decide how you thank me."
After Mike's wife caused this scene and left, Quinley still faced a huge mess.
"Quinny, tell Mom the truth—what's really going on between you and that woman's husband?" Once David left, Marlee grabbed Quinley's hand and began pressing her.
"Mom, my relationship with her husband is purely professional. Her husband violated me first—my hurting him was self-defense." Quinley didn't mention leaving Apex Global Group or that she was working as an account manager.
But she was telling the truth. Colin's eyes were red as he slammed his hand against the bed rail again.
He made unclear sounds from his throat. Quinley couldn't understand, but she knew Colin didn't believe her.
He'd been a teacher his whole life, educating students, but his daughter was being cursed like a rat in the street. His heart ached and he couldn't accept it.
Marlee quickly grabbed Colin's hand. She'd just stopped crying, but tears began falling again.
"Don't get upset. Our Quinny isn't that kind of person—those people must be deliberately framing her." "Quinny, quickly explain to your father. His heart isn't good—he can't take any more shocks."
Quinley was a devoted daughter. Today's events had dragged her elderly parents into it, filling her with guilt.
"Dad, I've always remembered your teachings. I haven't done anything shameful." Quinley spoke with conviction.
A tear slid down Colin's cheek as he trembled, his hand clenched into a fist under Marlee's grip.
Quinley walked over and placed her hand over Colin's fist. The family's hands gripped tightly together.
That morning, Zachary didn't go to work. His Maybach sat arrogantly parked outside the Davis Group building while he appeared outside Harold's office.
"Mr. Jennings, Mr. Davis is in a meeting. Could you please come to the reception room and wait a moment?" Harold's assistant Kevin gestured for Zachary to go to the reception room.
Zachary looked straight ahead, his face cold and foul. He ignored Kevin and walked toward the conference room.
Kevin realized his intention and immediately tried to stop him, but Lucas stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
"Mr. Young, I happen to have something to ask you about." He held Kevin's arm, preventing him from leaving.
Zachary strode forward and kicked open the conference room door. Executives sat around the table, all startled and looking at Zachary with surprise.
Harold, seated at the head, also saw him immediately and could tell he came with ill intent.
"What wind blew Mr. Jennings our way?" Harold stood up, putting on a surprised and delighted act, spreading his arms as he walked toward Zachary.
"Come, come, let's go to my office for coffee. I just got some premium coffee beans yesterday and was thinking of asking you to taste them together. You came today—we really are in sync!"
Harold was overly enthusiastic, his insincerity obvious. He reached to put his arm around Zachary's shoulder, as if wanting everyone to see their close relationship.
However, Zachary didn't give him face. He brushed away Harold's dirty hand and flicked the sleeve Harold had touched.
"We'll talk here." Zachary's face was iron-gray.
Harold knew Zachary's visit had a reason. He knew what he'd done, just wasn't sure which account Zachary wanted to settle.
"Let's end today's meeting here. Everyone please leave." Harold waved at the executives around the table. They filed out, and the conference room quickly emptied.
Harold walked toward the head chair, the smile completely gone from his face. "What does Mr. Jennings want to say?"
He sat down, looking at Zachary with narrowed eyes.
"How much does Quinley owe you?" Zachary asked coldly.
Harold leaned back in his chair, his deep, cold eyes gradually tightening. Zachary wanted to settle Quinley's account with him, but this debt wasn't easy to calculate.
He slowly held up one finger. "One million."
Zachary pulled out a checkbook, quickly signed it, and tossed it on the table, pushing it toward Harold.
"Here's two million. I'm paying her debt. From now on, she has nothing to do with the Davis Group."
She wouldn't leave voluntarily, so he had to use extraordinary measures. Paying her debt and keeping her by his side forever was the only way he could think of to protect Quinley.
Daniel was just one of Harold's "hidden arrows." While open attacks were easy to block, hidden ones were hard to defend against.
He must have prepared many more "arrows" for Quinley. Hurting her was like hurting him.
Zachary absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to use Quinley as a target.
Harold picked up the check, his sharp gaze scanning the numbers. A smile flickered in his eyes, then he pushed the check back toward Zachary.
"Not enough."