Chapter 226 Catching Them in Bed
Winona responded, "Zachary is next door."
As she finished speaking, she was about to close the door, but Fiona raised her hand and held the door to stop her. "Last night, you lost. No man entered my room."
"So what?" Winona retorted.
"In the Night Club, no one could have come in that situation. It must have been Zachary who had the entire seventh floor cleared." It had to be said that although Fiona was not a good person, she really understood Zachary.
"Ms. Clark, did you dress up like this early in the morning just to show off to me?" Winona's tone changed. "But, even if you're like this, he still didn't sleep with you. What do you have to show off?"
Fiona smirked, her eyes narrowing. "Doesn't this just prove that Zachary loves me deeply?" Although Fiona knew it wasn't true, it didn't stop her from attacking Winona. She wouldn't let Winona have Zachary if she couldn't.
Seeing that she wanted to argue endlessly, Winona directly opened the door to the next room. A deafening knocking sound echoed, loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.
Zachary's room door opened quickly. No one else lived on this floor, but even if there were, they wouldn't dare to knock on his door so rudely. Knowing it was Winona outside, he didn't have many concerns and simply put on a pair of underwear before opening the door. "Winona, why are you in such a hurry?" His voice stopped, and then there was a "bang" as he closed the door.
A few minutes later, Zachary opened the door again, this time not only dressed neatly but even buttoned up his shirt to the top, not revealing even a hint of his collarbone. "What's the matter?" He directed his question to Fiona, as there was no sign of Winona at the door.
Fiona's face was red, and her eyes were even more blurred, with a shy look. However, she had undergone professional training for some time, so she didn't seem fake at all. "Zachary, thank you for last night."
Zachary promptly replied, "I didn't do it for you. I just didn't want these things to become someone else's leverage against her in the future."
Fiona felt like her face was swollen, but she still took the initiative to approach him. "Zachary, you still have feelings for me, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have just watched from the side last night."
In terms of methods, Zachary was definitely more ruthless, but he didn't say a word last night, let alone punish her. Winona was a smart person, and even though she knew they didn't have concrete evidence that she had drugged Fiona, she didn't dare to argue too much in front of Zachary.
The man said indifferently, "If she wants to come in person, then let her come in person. She's been holding back her anger, and it will come out sooner or later. As for me..."
He didn't finish his sentence, leaving Fiona puzzled. In that moment, she couldn't grasp the full extent of his meaning, nor did she truly realize Zachary's ability to manipulate the media. He didn't need to do anything himself. Just a frown when someone mentioned her name would be enough for countless people to trip her up.
Fiona now only felt that this man still had feelings for her. He must be unwilling to act against her. Thinking of this, her eyes welled up with emotion. "Zachary, I..." She took a step forward, and judging by her actions and emotions, the next second she would probably throw herself into Zachary's arms and cry. Although no one entered her room last night, the feeling was truly uncomfortable. Everyone who passed by her this morning looked at her strangely, and she felt utterly embarrassed.
But before she could reach out, Zachary had already slammed the door shut. If Fiona hadn't moved quickly, her nose would have been crooked.
Winona had slept for quite a while, and when she woke up, her mind was still in a daze. Her phone had been ringing, and it wasn't until it was about to hang up automatically that she finally mustered some strength and answered it. "Rebecca."
"Where are you?" Rebecca's voice sounded urgent as she asked.
Winona promptly responded, "Night Club."
"Then just stay there for now. I'll come to pick you up later, but before that, make sure you don't go out," Rebecca instructed with a tone of concern.
Winona, puzzled by the urgency, asked, "What's going on?"
Rebecca sighed, her frustration palpable even over the phone. "That bitch Fiona paid for a trending topic to ruin your reputation. She said you were bullying her and forced her to take that medicine."
Winona hung up the phone and opened Facebook. It all started with a video of Fiona being helped by a waiter to go upstairs, which was exposed online. Although not very clear, Fiona's fidgety movements were obviously abnormal. She had just entered the entertainment industry, and it was an exaggeration to call her a little star. As an ordinary person, she couldn't attract much attention from the public on this matter. But the social media platforms used sensational headlines, words like drugging and rape, challenging the bottom line of humanity, which immediately aroused the anger of the masses.
This Facebook post exploded. Fiona's identity couldn't be hidden, and her agent thought of using the victim's identity to gain popularity, taking advantage of the public's sympathy to boost her fame. Fiona held a grudge against Winona. Although she didn't name her in the interview, the implication was clear.
Twenty minutes later, Rebecca called her. "The car is parked outside the fire lane, no reporters. Come down directly."
Winona took the fire escape stairs instead of the elevator, so she didn't encounter the manager waiting at the elevator entrance. She thought it was just Rebecca coming to pick her up, but she didn't expect Austin to be there too.
Rebecca was waiting for her at the stairwell. As soon as she saw Winona, she immediately covered her head with a wide-brimmed hat and put a mask on her. The reporters lurking nearby noticed someone and, fully equipped, they shouted Winona's name in a probing manner.
Rebecca was nervous and not accustomed to the entertainment industry. She didn't have such a strong composure. When she heard someone calling Winona's name, she grabbed her and ran toward Austin's car.
The reporters, who were hiding somewhere, immediately rushed out. "Winona, is it true what Fiona exposed? Did you really drug her and let her be bullied?"
Just as the reporters caught up, the two of them barely managed to sit in the car. They were in the car, but it was blocked. Winona frowned, looking at the microphone tapping on the window. She reached for the door handle. "This way, no one can leave. I'll go down, and you take Rebecca and leave first." In today's media, they could write anything for traffic, and she didn't want to get them involved.
Austin raised an eyebrow. "You want me to leave you and escape on your own?" He said it as if they were caught in the act.
She glared at him. "There are still reporters outside, so don't talk nonsense."
Austin nodded seriously. "They can't hear what we say outside, so go down and talk."
Winona said, "Don't be foolish…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Austin had already opened the door and got out of the car. Not only that, he walked straight toward Winona. Since they couldn't leave anyway, it was better to take the initiative than to let them write whatever they wanted.
As he opened the car door, he reached out and pulled Winona down from the car. "If you have any questions, ask one by one. Don't push. Hold the microphone and camera properly. Don't hurt my girlfriend. It's not worth it if we don't get the headline and end up in a lawsuit."
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