Chapter 641 Mind Your Own Business

Chapter 641 Mind Your Own Business

"Where are you taking her?" Linda struggled to keep up, but the driver slapped her hard, making blood trickle from the corner of her mouth.

"Mind your own business. If you can't wait, we can find a way to send you out, too. Trust me, everyone who comes here ends up serving customers."

The driver sneered and turned away.

As soon as Zoey stepped outside, her eyes were covered. "Is this really necessary? Haven't you already drugged me? Even if I saw the route, I couldn't escape."

"You never know. You're pretty skilled. When you fought us earlier, your moves were impressive. So, to avoid any accidents, we need to be cautious."

The driver shoved Zoey.

"Get in."

Zoey felt herself being led into a room, and the door closed behind her.

Her hands were tied, but now with a rope instead of unbreakable chains.

The room was eerily quiet.

So quiet it was unsettling.

"Is anyone here?" Zoey asked.

She felt a pair of hands touch her face. 

Instinctively, she stepped back, avoiding the greasy touch that smelled like cheap cologne.

"Who's there?"

"Why hide now that you're here? Or do all women like to play coy?"

A man's voice, grating and unpleasant, spoke.

Zoey remained calm. "If you want to play games, shouldn't you remove the blindfold first? At least let me see who I'm dealing with."

"So, you can cooperate."

The man yanked off the blindfold, and Zoey finally saw him.

A plain-looking man, around forty, with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Are you satisfied with what you see?" He said, his words dripping with sleaze.

Zoey's mouth twitched.

"Were you a big shot CEO in your younger days?"

"Sort of. My family is quite wealthy." The man was overly confident.

His confidence was laughable.

Zoey asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are. I'm here for fun."

The man clearly knew what kind of place this was and how the girls ended up here, but he didn't care.

He just wanted to have a good time.

"In that case, why not untie me first?" Zoey's face remained cold and indifferent, but a slight smile made her stunningly beautiful.

The man was taken aback.

It seemed she had been trained to be obedient.

Without hesitation, he untied the rope and pulled Zoey towards the bed. "Spend some quality time with me today, and I'll talk to the boss about taking you out."

Zoey paused. "You can take me out?"

"Others might not be able to, but if I want to take a woman from here, it's no big deal. It just costs some money, but I think you're worth it."

The man leered at Zoey, his eyes almost popping out.

Zoey shook off his hand and sat on the edge of the bed.

The man was momentarily stunned, instinctively wanting to get angry, but seeing Zoey's beautiful face, his anger was extinguished.

"How did they train you to have such a temper?"

He reached out to touch Zoey's face.

Zoey looked up at him. "I advise you not to come near me, or I can't guarantee what will happen."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Or you can try."

The man, not believing her, reached out to grab Zoey's waist.

Zoey slapped him hard.

The man was stunned. "You dare hit me? Do you know who you are?"

"I only know that taking advantage of someone is despicable and deserves a slap."

Zoey shook her hand, as if the slap had hurt her.

The man, furious, raised his hand to slap her back.

"You bitch!"

But Zoey kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into the wall, where he fell to the ground, groaning.

Zoey walked over and covered his mouth with a pillow.

Someone outside heard the scream. "Mr. Dane Davis, are you okay?"

Dane couldn't speak, and the woman in front of him was incredibly strong. He couldn't break free.

Zoey said calmly, "We're just playing. Don't interrupt."

The people outside fell silent.

Dane's eyes filled with despair.

Zoey used the rope that had bound her to tie Dane up and throw him in the corner, gagging him. 

Dane huddled in the corner, looking at Zoey with terror.

"Want me to let you go?"

Dane nodded.

Zoey sat on the bed, tugging at the chain on her ankle. Though her hands were now free, her feet were still chained.

"Help me unlock this chain."

Dane tried to speak, but the gag muffled his words.

Zoey walked over. "I'll remove the tape from your mouth. Stay quiet. If you shout for help, I'll cut your tongue out."

Dane nodded frantically.

Zoey ripped off the tape, and Dane gasped for air, though the tape hadn't covered his nose.

Having seen Zoey's fierce methods, he didn't dare shout and said obediently, "I can't unlock the chain. The key isn't with me."

Zoey slapped him.

Dane was dazed. "I'm telling the truth. Why hit me?"

"Lying."

"I'm not lying. The key really isn't with me."

"The key isn't with you, but you can get it." He had just said he could buy her and take her away. Surely he could get the key.

Dane's eyes flickered. "Even if I wanted to buy you, I wouldn't dare now. You're too fierce. Who would dare take you home?"

If he did, he'd get beaten every day.

Then he remembered something.

"Wait, the girls brought here are usually drugged to be weak. Didn't you take it?"

"I did," Zoey said.

"You did?"

Dane was shocked. She didn't seem drugged at all, even fiercer than a man.

Zoey said indifferently, "That's none of your business. Can you get the key or not?"

"I really can't."

Another slap. Dane was dizzy.

"I'm not refusing to help."

Another slap. Dane's cheeks quickly swelled, close to breaking point.

Dane gave in, pressing his face against the wall, refusing to look up. "I was wrong. I'll help you. I'll get the key!"

Zoey nodded in satisfaction. "See, wasn't that easy? My hands are numb from hitting you."

Dane was helpless.

"But you should know, if you go out and shout for help, bringing others to attack me." Zoey crouched down and patted his head, like petting a dog.

"You know what will happen."

Dane's thoughts of resistance vanished.

Zoey chuckled. "Escaping is hard, but killing you is easy."

Dane almost vomited blood. He felt he had brought this trouble on himself. Why did he mess with this woman?

"But how can I go out like this?"

"Didn't I say? We're playing."

Zoey grabbed his collar and pulled him up. "You know what to say, right?"

It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Clearly, if Dane dared say he didn't know, he'd get slapped again. His face was already swollen beyond recognition. If he got slapped again, no one would recognize him.

"I know, I know, I know what to do."

Dane was truly scared.

Zoey followed Dane out. 

As the door opened, the guards outside immediately scrutinized them.

"Mr. Davis, are you satisfied with the service?"

Dane, with his swollen face, said, "Very satisfied."

The guards looked at his face, wanting to say something.

"If you were assaulted, please tell us immediately. We'll ensure you're satisfied with the resolution."

Zoey glared from behind, and Dane didn't dare say he was assaulted.

He wasn't suicidal.

"No, no, this isn't assault. It's... fun. Do you understand?" Dane's attitude towards the guards was much harsher. "Mind your own business. Now take me to your boss."