Chapter 224 The Dog Man Suddenly Stopped Being a Dog
Zachary's eyes were already as unpleasant as they could be, and his thin lips formed a hard straight line. For a moment, Winona and he stared at each other, both feeling a bit tired. She blinked her sore and swollen eyes, ready to leave.
But before she could take a step, the man grabbed her hand and said, "A gentleman doesn't take advantage of others, and I didn't touch you. Why don't you even mention it?"
Holding her wrist firmly, he continued, his anger evident, "Or is it that in your heart, whether I touch you or not, I'm still a villain?"
Winona was a little confused. She hadn't thought that Zachary would be angry about this. His persistent questioning left her momentarily stunned, and she blurted out, "Ms. Clark has been taken away for five minutes."
"Weren't they discussing this matter?" Zachary observed Winona's gaze towards the door and sneered, "You're so worried, do you want to go help her?" He prided himself on his ability to counterattack with words.
Winona rolled her eyes and retorted, "Fiona is not only your ex-girlfriend, but also because of you, Dad died. My concern is less than your pain of losing a loved one." Winona's boldness in speaking to Zachary this way was unparalleled.
Zachary pursed his lips and fell silent. In the now empty office, only the two of them remained.
Winona had wanted to leave long ago after Fiona was taken away, but she found herself unable to break free from Zachary's grip. She raised her hand to show him the red marks he had left on her wrist. "You hurt me."
Hearing her cry out in pain, Zachary immediately loosened his grip, but he didn't let go completely. "She owed me a favor some time ago, and now we're even."
Winona simply replied with a flat "Okay." She had no interest in engaging with the complexities of their love-hate dynamic.
The lingering effects of the drug Fiona had given her still coursed through Winona's system, the burning sensation in her lower abdomen refusing to completely subside.
Zachary cast a concerned gaze upon her, noticing the exhaustion etched across her features and a faint hint of blue under her eyelids. "Would you prefer to return or rest upstairs?"
"I think you should stay far away from me. Thank you," Winona intended to say, but before she could, the manager knocked on the door and entered the room. He briefly glanced at Winona before moving swiftly to Zachary's side, leaning in to whisper a few words into his ear.
Zachary's expression shifted slightly, a faint frown appearing on his face, indicating his discontent, though he made no overt display of displeasure.
Winona suspected that Zachary's urgency had something to do with Fiona. If it was merely about the club, he wouldn't have scrutinized her so intently. "I have something to attend to; you go ahead," Winona asserted, feeling the need to check on her three college roommates.
This time, she effortlessly extricated herself from Zachary's grip, leaving her slightly stunned by her newfound freedom.
As Winona departed, the office lapsed into silence. The manager waited expectantly, but with no further instructions forthcoming, he felt compelled to interject, "Mr. Bailey, allowing Ms. Clark to continue shouting may damage your reputation."
Fiona had been shouting Zachary's name ever since she was thrown into the room, and the soft moans accompanied by heavy breathing would make anyone think that Mr. Bailey was having sex with her.
In this situation, no one dared to approach.
When she was helped up just now, Fiona's condition was clearly deteriorating, evident to many witnesses. Moreover, her continued cries for Mr. Bailey's attention suggested that news of the incident was likely spreading throughout the club.
Zachary impatiently pinched his brow and instructed, "Then clear that floor. Do I need to explain such a simple task to you?"
"But Mrs. Sullivan..." The earlier instruction from Mrs. Sullivan was to leave the door open and take their chances, leaving Fiona to fend for herself. Clearing the floor with no one else around seemed to contradict Mrs. Sullivan's directive.
Zachary lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the air as his eyes narrowed slightly. "Her job is to restore artifacts; it should remain clean, untainted by such filth. With so many witnesses to Fiona's condition tonight, if something were to happen, Winona wouldn't easily escape the consequences."
The manager couldn't tell whether Mr. Bailey was afraid that Mrs. Sullivan wouldn't be able to get away from it or if he was trying to protect Ms. Clark. "With you around, even if Mrs. Sullivan goes too far, she can still walk away safely."
"The situation in the mall is unpredictable. If one day I can't protect her, these will be the reasons to make things difficult for her," he responded, lowering his head and looking at his own well-defined slender hands.
Though Zachary remained silent, the manager inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat. However, he had already resolved to quash his curiosity when he assumed this role; the more he knew, the greater the risk. He had already come too close.
The manager could only offer the truth and said, "This matter, I'm afraid, will be impossible to conceal from Mrs. Sullivan."
And at this moment, Winona was in Alice's room. Her voice was faint. "I was drugged last night."
Alice's eyes widened in surprise, looking innocent. "When did it happen?"
Winona threw a test report on the table. "This is the test report for the drinks and cups in our private room last night. The drinks were fine, but the problem was with the cup I used. I had someone test it. It coincidentally matches the last cup you handed me, both in terms of the time the drug took effect and the symptoms."
Winona's words were clear-cut; if Alice failed to grasp their meaning, it would border on foolishness. Alice's expression clouded with offense. "Are you implying that I drugged you? After all these years of friendship, do you doubt my integrity? What possible motive would I have?"
As Winona spoke, the manager entered. "Mrs. Sullivan, you won't get any useful information by asking like this. You have to resort to more effective methods," he said, his smile belying the cold determination in his eyes. He turned to Alice and suggested, "For instance, using pepper spray, picking nails with toothpicks, sprinkling salt on wounds, or applying a wet towel to the face before pouring water."
Alice was just an ordinary office worker, where had she ever seen such a scene? Just listening to it made her face turn pale, especially since she had been separated from Lily and Ann as soon as she arrived. The security guard stood before her like a formidable figure, never leaving her side for almost the whole day, and her inner emotions had long since collapsed.
Her eyes turned red and tears streamed down her face. Winona glanced at the manager beside her, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction.
The manager smiled and said, "Mr. Bailey asked me to come. He said not to let such things dirty your hands."
Winona remained silent for a while, then suddenly got up and walked downstairs. This behavior completely caught him off guard, and the manager asked as he followed, "Where are you going?"
"Mr. Bailey is acting a bit unusual. Either he's making up for something bad he did, or he's preparing to do something bad and feeling guilty," she sneered. "Did he let Fiona go?"
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