Chapter 354 Had a Fight with Him
As soon as Winona hit the door, Rodolfo barged in. He gave her a quick nod and then made a beeline for Frank. "Frank, I dug up some dirt. Layla's been chatting with a lawyer about getting back the cash she spent on the kid if it ain't hers. She also fessed up to yanking Miss Sullivan's hair 'cause Carlos told her to. Carlos is freaked out about jail and loan sharks, so he's trying to strong-arm Miss Sullivan into helping him."
Well, this was a bit awkward.
But Winona was always quick to own up. She spun around and said, "Sorry, I totally got you and Eva wrong. It's late, but I'll swing by another day with a proper apology gift."
"No biggie, don't sweat it. Glad the truth's out."
Once Winona bounced, Frank's face turned dark, losing that friendly vibe. "Find out who Eva's been hanging with lately, everyone around her, and get back to me."
"Got it," Rodolfo nodded but didn't split. "The Bailey Group shot down our collab proposal."
Even though the Turner family was big in Mode City, they had to rebuild their connections in Dreamopolis. The quickest way was to team up with local businesses.
Frank paused mid-sip of his tea, "Rejected?"
He'd just had dinner with the Bailey Group's VP last night, and the guy seemed all in. Even if they were gonna say no, this was way too fast.
"Yeah, I heard it was Zachary's call, just now."
Frank went quiet.
The Bailey Group.
Zachary was zoning out, staring at the same page of a document for like five minutes.
In the dead-silent office, the cleaning lady was tidying up, moving super quietly, barely making a sound.
She was about to leave with her gear when Zachary suddenly called out, "Is your marriage happy?"
The cleaning lady, only in her forties but looking older from years of hard work, was already on edge. In her five years at the Bailey Group, this had never happened. His question threw her off.
She dropped her tools.
Dirty mop water splashed everywhere.
Zachary frowned, his eyes on the mess.
The cleaning lady snapped out of it, quickly grabbing the mop to clean up, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bailey, I didn't see that coming."
It was a shocker, workaholic Zachary asking about her marriage was more surprising than him accusing her of slacking off.
Luckily, she was older and didn't have the fluttering heart of a young girl, so she just assumed she had done something wrong.
Zachary looked at her shaking hands, "No need to freak out. Just answer me honestly."
"Not great. We bicker over dumb stuff. Now that the kids are grown, we just let things slide."
"Then if you divorced him, and he later changed and came back to pursue you, would you remarry him?"
The cleaning lady thought for a moment, "If we divorced, it means we couldn't make it work. Once something's broken, it can't be fixed. Even if we got back together, there'd still be scars. Better to start fresh with someone new."
At her age, even if she did remarry, it'd be more about having someone to look out for each other in their golden years. Her husband, though? He'd probably think she was faking it to dodge work even if she was seriously sick. If they split, she'd be over the moon.
She kept that to herself, though. She might not be book-smart, but she could tell Zachary's mood was tanking—like, really tanking.
Zachary said, "You can go now."
The cleaning lady felt a wave of relief, grabbed her stuff, and bolted.
Not long after, Dylan knocked and strolled in, his recent raise putting a pep in his step. "Mr. Bailey, I asked all the women in the company around Mrs. Bailey's age, and here's what I got.
"Forty percent said they'd remarry for the kids, twenty percent said no way, and another twenty percent said it'd depend on his behavior. If he shaped up, they might consider getting back together, but not necessarily remarry. Some felt that having been married once, they'd done their duty and didn't need a marriage certificate again."
Zachary irritably flipped through the results, not really reading them. "What about the other twenty percent?"
Dylan's voice got quieter, "Ten percent said if the guy gave enough money, nothing else matters."
Zachary was speechless.
"Four percent said men are trash and should be avoided, three percent wanted to be playgirls, switching partners whenever, and three percent were neutral, just going with the flow."
Dylan added, "So, Mr. Bailey, have you thought about having a kid with Mrs. Bailey?"
Zachary's face was already serious. After a long pause, he gritted out, "Get out."
She wouldn't even let him get close, so how were they supposed to have kids?
Dylan quickly left, worried that if he stayed a second longer, his hard-earned raise would vanish. Just as he reached the door, he remembered something he hadn't reported, "Mrs. Bailey left the tea room. She seemed to have had a spat with Frank and didn't look too happy when she came out. If you call her now to show concern, you'll definitely score some points."
Zachary narrowed his cold eyes at him, "She ditched me to go on a date with some old guy, and after arguing, I'm supposed to call and comfort her? Do you think I'd do something that spineless? If anyone should be comforting, it should be her comforting me."
After Dylan left, Zachary crumpled the annoying survey into a ball and chucked it into the trash.
It was totally off.
He tried to get back to the document he hadn't finished, but his eyes kept drifting to his phone.
Dylan said she left the tea room. She'd left him at the police station without a word. Shouldn't she call to explain? As a girlfriend, even if it's just a trial run, shouldn't she have some sense of responsibility?
Clearly, Winona didn't have that sense of responsibility. Zachary waited a full ten minutes but didn't get a call from her. The anger bubbling inside him finally broke through his rationality.
With a cold expression, he grabbed his phone and dialed Winona's number.
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