Chapter 271 Zachary Beat the Bastard
Winona chuckled softly, her charming eyes filled with sarcasm. "Do you think it's a coincidence?"
Zachary let go of her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "No, and by the way, there are a lot of dirty dealings in business, but I've never been involved, whether voluntarily or not. So don't ask me if I understand next time."
"The only woman I've ever been with is you, and that was me coming to you."
Zachary rarely spoke sweet words, or rather, he had never said them. His harsh scolding was his way of showing affection. The sweet words Winona had heard before were mostly straightforward and passionate, like from Austin, or those love letters during school days. So she was momentarily unsure if Zachary was saying sweet words or just answering her question.
While she was in a daze, the man had already changed his shoes. "I'm leaving now. You've been working hard these past few days. Get some rest early."
Winona felt very shy about the man's concern.
She closed the door, planning to watch some TV before washing up and going to bed.
But just as she took a few steps, she heard a knock on the door.
Winona thought Zachary had forgotten something, but when she opened the door, she found it was Rebecca, carrying fruits, snacks, and a packed pizza. "I also ordered macaroni and cheese and a cocktail. They should be here soon."
She handed the items to Winona and skillfully took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet. "By the way, I just ran into Zachary at the elevator downstairs. Was he bothering you again? But he actually talked to me, which is really strange."
In this regard, Rebecca was actually wronging Zachary. Although one was Winona's husband and the other was her best friend, they didn't see each other often. And every time they did, Rebecca was always unfriendly, and Zachary was naturally aloof. It was hard for them to have a conversation.
Winona put the items on the coffee table. "What did he say to you?"
"I asked him where he was going, and he said he was going to beat a bastard."
Rebecca didn't really care where he was going. She just asked out of habit when she saw someone she knew. She didn't expect Zachary to actually respond.
Winona paused. "What did he say?"
"To beat a bastard."
"You eat first. I have something to do." Winona changed her shoes, grabbed her car keys, and ran out.
Zachary must be going to find Carlos.
She knew he had a sense of proportion and wouldn't cause any big trouble, but Carlos was still at the police station. He couldn't possibly go to beat him at the police station. Thinking of Zachary's icy and gloomy expression when he left, the more Winona thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
After all, resorting to violence at the police station was contempt for the law, and regardless of the reason, he would be detained. Moreover, Carlos was currently in detention, and no one could see him except his lawyer.
He couldn't possibly force his way in.
By the time Rebecca realized what was happening, Winona had already run out. "Who is Zachary going to beat? Why are you so agitated?"
No reply; Winona had already entered the elevator.
Rebecca thought about it and decided not to chase after her. She would eat the pizza. Zachary should be able to protect Winona.
Winona was right; Zachary was indeed going to find Carlos.
When the police brought Carlos out of the holding cell, he was still worried. But when he saw Zachary, the tension on his face eased. His time in the holding cell had not been easy.
Loan sharking was a grey industry. As long as it wasn't strictly investigated, it was relatively lenient. That night, they were just collecting debts. Although they used some methods, the other party didn't even sustain minor injuries. As for the incitement, the recording couldn't be used as key evidence, and he could completely deny it.
If it weren't for Zachary pressing down on him, he would have been released after a short detention, not like now.
But he was also anxious. Compared to staying in the holding cell, he was more afraid of going out. After so many days, who knew how much the debts had multiplied.
Carlos excitedly approached. If it weren't for the police holding him back, he would have directly shaken Zachary's hand.
"Zachary, did Winona ask you to bail me out? I knew it, she still cares about me and can't bear to see her father suffer in the holding cell..."
Zachary had no patience for his nonsense and interrupted, "Do you remember the incident at the entertainment club?"
Carlos looked puzzled. "I remember that place was shut down for illegal activities."
"Looks like you don't remember."
Zachary sneered coldly. Carlos sensed something was wrong and was about to ask more when Zachary's fist came crashing down.
Carlos, a man in his fifties, had weakened over the years due to drinking and womanizing. He couldn't withstand Zachary's punch and fell to the ground, knocking over several chairs.
Zachary grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. Carlos was almost unconscious from the beating, hanging limply like a dead dog, muttering, "Zachary, why are you suddenly hitting me? I didn't provoke you. At least explain before you hit me..."
"Even if Winona isn't your biological daughter, she has called you Dad for so many years. How could you be so heartless to send her to those despicable people? She was still in high school back then..."
Zachary hadn't lost control like this in a long time.
"Winona." Carlos, having been punched several times, was almost unconscious. Hearing this name from Zachary's mouth, he didn't react immediately.
As a result, he was kicked twice more by Zachary.
Carlos screamed in pain and finally reacted. "Zachary, I'm innocent. I just made a casual joke at the dinner table. I didn't expect those two bastards to actually dare. Later, I didn't cooperate with them anymore."
When Winona arrived at the police station, Carlos was already beaten half to death!
The mediation room was in chaos. Carlos was lying on the ground unconsciously, surrounded by many police officers trying to stop Zachary.
But Zachary was in a rage, and even the police didn't dare to pull him too hard.
They could only pray that he would control himself and not actually beat someone to death in the police station.
Winona rushed over and shouted, "Zachary..."
Zachary's raised hand paused. Winona took the opportunity to rush over and grab his arm. "If you keep beating him, he'll die."
Zachary frowned. "Why are you here?"
Seeing Winona looking down at the fallen Carlos, he immediately covered her eyes with his hand. "Don't look, it's dirty."
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