Chapter 270 You Have No Right to Accuse Me
Winona's light meal was simple. Winona had eaten too much meat in City A, and due to the hot weather, she wanted something vegetarian.
Winona cleaned and cut the vegetables, cooked them, put them on a plate, squeezed some sauce on top, and dinner was ready.
It took less than fifteen minutes from start to finish.
Looking at the two dishes she brought over, the vegetables were probably just washed, still green and fresh. Zachary frowned, "Is this a thank you or a meal for pigs?"
Winona took back the bowl she had handed over. "It's a bit simple, so I suggest Mr. Bailey could set a time for me to book a ten-star restaurant， where I can apologize to you formally."
Zachary's voice lowered slightly, sounding somewhat aggrieved, "I didn't say I wouldn't eat, and besides, the highest-rated restaurants in the country only go up to five stars."
"A ten-star restaurant would better reflect your noble status."
Zachary fell silent, otherwise he would definitely not even have a chance to eat leafy greens later. Dylan was right; you couldn't reason with women.
Winona was already eating, and the portion she intended to give him was placed on her right side. Zachary reached out to take it, she glanced at him but didn't stop him.
Zachary took a bite, not as bad as he had imagined, quite suitable for hot weather. "It's pretty good."
After dinner, Winona went to wash the dishes, Zachary held her hand. "I'll do it."
After some thought, Zachary added, "You must be tired after a whole day's work."
After graduating from college, Zachary had also spent some time abroad, cooking and washing dishes were not difficult tasks for him.
Winona refused, "You are my guests. I can't let you wash dishes. Besides, although tonight's meal is simple, it's my way to thank you for your favor in City A..."
When Zachary heard her refer to him as a guest and her words of thanks, the veins on the back of his hand tensed up. He coldly interrupted her, "Dylan told me to watch more romantic movies. I recently learned a way to shut women up, I think it's useful, but I haven't tried it yet, and I don't know the effect, so I'll try it now."
He was about to reach out to embrace her after speaking. Winona, not knowing what strange things he had learned, and not having watched romantic movies for a long time, in a moment of panic, directly handed him the bowl. "Go wash it."
After washing the dishes, Zachary took out the photos he had received today from the file bag and handed them directly to Winona.
Winona only glanced at them, her face turned pale. The painful memories rushed into her mind quickly. She snatched the photos from Zachary and tore them into pieces in front of him. "You shouldn't have these photos! Are you investigating me?"
Her emotions were getting out of control.
But after speaking, she realized she had asked a stupid question. These were photos, not screenshots from surveillance. The entertainment club had been closed down years ago. Even if there was an investigation, they wouldn't be able to find any surveillance footage.
Zachary remained expressionless, his face as cold as the sky before a storm. "So these photos are real?"
In the photos, Winona was young, in her teens. Though the images were blurry, it was clear she wasn't wearing makeup, looking fresh and simple.
She had been with Matthew at that age, and he knew her too. Even now, those photos still stirred her emotions. She must have been depressed for a while back then, but he had no idea about this incident.
He didn't know, and Matthew certainly didn't know.
Winona clutched the torn photos, and after a while, she looked up with a faint smile. "They're real. I don't know where you got these photos, but I wasn't married to you then, and now we're divorced. You have no right to..."
She bit her lip, her voice trembling, "Accuse me."
Zachary frowned. "I'm not accusing you."
He could see Winona was agitated but couldn't understand why. It wasn't like they were in a feudal society. The content in the photos wasn't even as revealing as a photoshoot. Even if she was close to those two men, it meant nothing.
Winona didn't want to bring up the incident again; it was too disgusting. She told Zachary, "Just leave."
Zachary was very serious, his eyes cold and lips pressed into a thin line. He grabbed Winona's hand, his grip heavy on her wrist, creating noticeable pressure but not pain. "Don't you want to know who gave me these photos?"
Winona sneered and said a name, "Carlos."
Zachary's expression grew colder. "What does this have to do with him?"
"He took me to the club. Those two men." Winona raised her hand, wanting to point them out, but remembered she had torn the photos, so she gave up, "were the ones he was negotiating business with that night. You should be familiar with such dirty business dealings."
Using his daughter as a bargaining chip, sending her to a business partner's bed.
However, Winona had no idea about it because Carlos had told her that he was taking her to help him back after he drank. Once at the club, he got her a private room to wait in.
Back then, she was in her second year of high school, unaware of the filth behind the glamorous facade. She was even a bit happy, thinking he loved her more.
When those two men came in, they didn't expose Carlos but insisted she was a club service worker, no matter how she explained. They even attempted to rape her.
In the end, it was a waiter who saw her and heard her calling Carlos's name, and then went to get Carlos. They also brought along a crowd of people.
She was still a minor then. The men, seeing the commotion, didn't dare continue.
After all, it was a society governed by the rule of law. No matter how powerful they were, committing a crime in front of many people would cause trouble.
Someone at the scene took photos, which reached Carlos the next day. He scolded her for failing to kkept secret, but now everyone knew.
Not just him, but her grandparents, uncles, aunts, and her estranged stepmother all blamed her, calling her shameless.
Winona always thought it was an accident until Layla accidentally let it slip later. She realized it was a setup. Because of those two men's peculiar tastes, Carlos had targeted her.
Of course, her stepmother's involvement couldn't be ignored.
Zachary's face was icy, making his faint smile seem particularly sinister, "So, Carlos sent you out?"
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