Chapter 199 Taking Time for a Reunion
In the days that followed, Zachary Bailey didn't turn up like Rebecca Davis had guessed he would. Winona only learned about the repayment of the substantial debt from Rebecca, and as for Zachary, he seemed to have vanished from the world.
After their divorce, their social circles split, and no one mentioned him to Winona. She would occasionally hear his name in financial news but never saw him, and for a while, 'Zachary Bailey' became almost mythical in her life.
Just when Winona Sullivan was about to forget about it all, she received a text from Zachary "When do you get off work?"
Winona glanced at the message but didn't reply; she was busy discussing specific scale details with the cross-town architect.
"I'm waiting for you downstairs at the Watson Group."
"I have something to tell you."
"Winona Sullivan..."
Winona Sullivan's phone kept buzzing. Her collaborating designer put down her notebook and said, "Maybe you should respond. They're texting so often, there might be some emergency."
"Sorry," she said, picking up her phone. She quickly blocked Zachary Bailey, and after that, her phone went silent, bringing peace to her world.
The entire project team was working late that night, and by the time they wrapped up, Winona had completely forgotten that Zachary Bailey might still be waiting for her downstairs. Even if she'd remembered, she wouldn't believe he'd wait that long.
She wasn't that confident.
Matthew Watson emerged from his office just as Winona was about to leave. "Let me give you a ride."
"No, it's okay. I'll take a cab..."
"It's too late for you to be out alone. I don't want to read about you in tomorrow's crime section."
Winona tried to protest, but someone nearby chimed in teasingly, "Winona, just agree already. In our manager's eyes, all cab drivers are creeps."
Gossip spreads like wildfire in the office, and Matthew's feelings for Winona are an open secret. Everyone knew it, including the security team's dog – they were all eager onlookers.
Unfazed by the public ribbing, Matthew just owned up to it. "Let's go, unless you want to stay here and give them more of a show?"
Winona was speechless.
As the elevator arrived, Matthew, standing in front, gestured for Winona to enter first, while the others waved them off. "We just remembered some work we need to discuss, so you two go ahead."
In the deserted late-night underground parking lot, a few cars lingered in their spots, but Zachary's imposing Maybach stood out noticeably.
Matthew didn't realize he had changed cars and didn't recognize it, but Winona had recently ridden in it and recognized it instantly, confirmed further by the bold license plate.
Inside the car, Zachary was watching their figures with narrowed eyes, his hand tensing and whitening on the steering wheel.
Matthew Watson was discussing interior design options for a downtown property with Winona Sullivan, effectively diffusing the awkward tension that had lingered since their encounter upstairs. At first, Winona was somewhat distracted by the impulse to glance at Zachary Bailey's car. But as he remained seated inside without any sign of movement, Matthew's conversation reclaimed her focus, and gradually, she stopped paying attention to Zachary altogether.
Whether by coincidence or design, Zachary's car was parked only two spots away from Matthew's, both of which were conspicuously vacant.
After getting into her car, Matthew performed his routine check around the vehicle. Winona buckled up, feeling the unnerving sensation of being watched through her windows, the gaze seemingly omnipresent.
She wasn't sure if it was Zachary, and she resisted the urge to look. But after waiting for a full minute and not seeing Matthew get in, she peered into the rearview mirror to find him standing by the rear tire with his gaze lowered and brows furrowed in concern.
Was there a problem?
Winona was about to undo her seat belt and check when the door to the adjacent Maybach flung open. Zachary stepped out and strode toward her, an aura of icy sternness furrowing his brow.
Opening the passenger side door, he said from above her, "Get out, I'll drive you home."
Winona frowned, "No need, I'm riding with Matthew."
"Do you think he can still take you?" Zachary asked without concern for Matthew overhearing as he approached them. "Or do you want to wait for him to call someone to change the tire?"
"Did you mess with my car?" Matthew interjected.
Zachary let out a scoff, "Did you see me do it? Maybe you pissed someone off, and it's payback."
"And who, pray tell, resorts to slashing tires?" Matthew countered.
"It's your tires that got slashed, not mine. Why ask me?" Without waiting for Winona to decide, Zachary bent down, scooped her up, and placed her in the back seat of his Maybach.
Matthew might have wanted to stop him, but he truly was in no position to drive Winona himself; one punctured tire was manageable with a spare, but both rear tires had been slashed, and at this hour, all the repair shops had closed.
The car was speeding down the wide streets, and Winona Sullivan couldn't tell if the recent collision with a flowerbed was haunting her; several times, she felt like they were about to hit an obstacle, yet every time, they narrowly escaped without incident.
But the high-speed drive had her scared out of her wits, "Zachary Bailey, have you lost your mind?"
Up ahead was a red light, and Zachary Bailey slammed on the brakes, stopping the car just in time, "You don't have to worry about paying back those three hundred million. You were the one making a fuss about wanting a divorce, and I obliged. It's been long enough. You've thrown your tantrum; let's find a time to undo this divorce, shall we?"
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