Chapter 353 It Was the Turner family's Business
Dylan saw Zachary's face looking like a storm cloud as he strutted out of the police station. Uh-oh, trouble was brewing. Zachary scanned the car, not spotting Winona, who had bailed earlier. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket. "Where's Mrs. Bailey?"
"She got a call and..." Dylan pointed where Winona had vanished. "She grabbed a cab and split."
"You just let her go?" Zachary's voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
"I tried to stop her, man, but she wasn't having it," Dylan shot back. "I wanted to tail her, but she said if I did, she'd have you fire me."
"Who called her?" Zachary asked, not really expecting an answer.
Dylan looked like he was about to pop a vein, his face all scrunched up. His body language screamed, 'I'm too scared to say it.'
Zachary's patience was wearing thin. "Did someone superglue your lips? Spill it."
Dylan straightened up and blurted out, "It was that old dude you had me check out. She called him Frank. After that, she was outta there, and I couldn't catch the rest."
Zachary was ticked. "You talk too much."
She didn't wanna remarry Zachary but was all buddy-buddy with some old guy named Frank. Psychology nailed it—she had daddy issues and wanted some older dude to fill that gap.
She was probably with me 'cause I was young, full of energy, always around—stuff an old guy can't compete with.
Dylan kept his mouth shut.
'Fine, since your wife ditched you, I won't bust your chops.'
Rebecca strolled out of the police station, spotting the two guys at the door, both looking like they'd been hit by a truck. She glanced around. "Where's Winona?"
Zachary was boiling inside, but he kept it cool in front of Rebecca. "Did Winona tell you she doesn't wanna remarry?"
His tone was sharp but polite. Dylan watched, kicking himself for not stepping up earlier. If he'd helped Winona back then, he could be calling the shots with Zachary now.
He hadn't realized that the usually bossy and commanding Zachary was so whipped, head over heels for his wife but acting all aloof.
Not just Dylan, the whole company was duped.
Everyone at the Bailey Group thought the little assistant who got in through connections was the least liked by Mr. Bailey. Despite having some pull, she ticked off the boss and got bullied by everyone.
If he hadn't just stood by back then but had helped her out, he could be the one bossing Zachary around now.
Regret hit him hard.
Rebecca didn't give Zachary a hard time. Zachary and Winona's drama was their own mess, and other people butting in would just be a pain.
No, Rebecca wasn't even a side character, just a background extra.
"She doesn't just not wanna remarry you, she's scared of marriage." Rebecca gave him a look. "Past bad marriages are tough to shake off. If Mr. Bailey doesn't get it, have your assistant do a market survey and chat with women who've been through crappy marriages."
Zachary turned to Dylan, who looked like he'd just swallowed a lemon.
"Mr. Bailey, this ain't in my job description. This is gonna cost extra," Dylan grumbled.
Zachary sneered. "Doing whatever your boss tells you is your job, period."
"Mr. Bailey, someone asked me why my paycheck hasn't budged despite inflation. I thought about it and realized I've been busting my butt, even lost my girlfriend 'cause of all the overtime. So maybe the problem's with you. Why haven't I seen a raise in years?" He rubbed his fingers together. "How about a raise?"
Zachary stared him down, sneering.
Dylan's hair stood on end. Just as he was about to backtrack and say he was joking, Zachary nodded. "Fine, raise."
Tea Room.
Winona and Frank sat across from each other, while the server expertly brewed tea.
The greenish-yellow tea was poured into delicate cups, steam rising, filling the room with a soothing aroma.
Winona cut to the chase. "A few days ago, Eva showed up at Regal Oaks, claiming I owed her a life-saving favor and demanded some of my hair for a paternity test with you. I refused, but today someone yanked out my hair."
She rubbed her sore scalp.
Layla had pulled hard, and it still hurt.
"Though I'm not sure if this is Eva's doing, the timing's too perfect. Better safe than sorry. This time it was hair-pulling, next time she might come at me with a knife." She impatiently rubbed the teacup. "Frank, I want answers. Is that too much to ask?"
Her mom's issue was still hanging over her, and now she was dragged into the Turner family's drama. It was infuriating.
Frank said, "Don't worry, the Turner family's issues won't involve you."
"But they already have. I just came from the police station before calling you."
A heavy silence filled the tea room, broken only by the bubbling of boiling water.
"Winona..." After a long pause, Frank finally spoke, his voice low and calm. "This won't happen again."
"You said that last time, but Eva still bugged me for quite a while."
Winona rarely got this fired up, showing how truly pissed she was. She hated being kept in the dark, unable to plan ahead.
If Frank could really keep those people from bothering her, fine. But Eva was like an indestructible cockroach, always showing up.
Now that she was finally gone, she was stirring up others to bother her.
Frank remained silent. "This is a Turner family matter, unrelated to outsiders. You don't need to know."
Winona silently stared at him.
Time seemed to favor this man. Apart from some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, he had no white hair, no weight gain, no sagging skin, none of the typical middle-aged man's woes.
His eyes were dark, deep, exuding firmness and resolve.
Winona knew her trip was a waste. Frank wouldn't give her an answer. So she stood up. "In that case, I won't bother you any longer."
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