Chapter 39 Stop Slandering People!
Winona waited for a response for a while but heard nothing. Looking at the unfinished painting on the table, she impatiently said, "What's the matter? If you don't speak, I'm hanging up."
The "Wrong number" circled around the tip of Zachary's tongue, ticked off by the woman's obviously impatient tone, and with an impromptu change of heart, he said, "Pick me up at the Night Club." Winona frowned, "Are you mad? Making me pick you up?" It wasn't that she hadn't picked up Zachary before, once when she worked as his life assistant, Zachary was drunk too, and that was exactly when she called him to ask when he was coming back.
The phone was answered by Dylan, who, knowing their relationship, told her that Mr. Bailey was drunk and asked her to pick him up.
At that time Zachary was very tired, drunken eyes open, see the person is her, immediately threw a tantrum, even with Dylan were split head and face a lecture, but also deducted that year's year-end bonus.
After that, no matter how drunk Zachary got, Dylan never asked her to pick it up again.
Zachary had apparently forgotten about it, and hearing her reluctance, he sneered, "We're not divorced yet, and it's your obligation as Mrs. Bailey to come pick me up."
Winona, however, laughed at his exasperation, "You talk to me about obligations? And have you ever done your duty as a husband?" A silence spread between them. Just as she was about to hang up the phone, the man's dark voice came in, low but magnetic, "I'm on speakerphone, and there are other people around, Mrs. Bailey, don't be so horny."
A statement that instantly made Winona grit her teeth, "You're drunk as hell."
"Come and get me, and the interest on that three hundred million won't go away with you." After a short struggle, Winona finally agreed.
It couldn't be helped, she also wanted to solve it directly, but the promise he gave her was too much for her to refuse! Three hundred million dollars, a year's interest alone is tens of millions of dollars, unless one is stupid, no one would refuse such a tempting offer.
Zachary looked at the hung up phone and laughed coldly to himself. This woman is really realistic. Samuel on the side saw that he had been staring at his cell phone and his complexion was not quite the same as usual, he could not help but ask curiously, "Who are you calling? Absent-minded."
Upon hearing this, Zachary tossed his phone aside and rubbed his brow tiredly, "The driver." Samuel raised an eyebrow, an answer he didn't believe for a second, but didn't pursue it any further, after all, he had a lot of things bothering him lately and had no desire to chat.
The two drank for a while before Zachary got up, "Going for a smoke?" The two walked out of the booth together and went to the small patio in the common area. Winona's phone call came just at that moment, "I'm here."
Zachary lifted his wrist out of habit and scanned the time, "Meet me in the parking lot." After saying that, he hung up the phone without a word. Winona had already entered Night Club, because of the last time, the managers here knew her, and knowing that she had come to pick up Zachary, they even brought her directly to the floor where that person was.
She stared at the call record interface and cursed that bastard countless times in her mind...
On the terrace, Zachary crushed his cigarette into the fine white sand and straightened his body against the railing. "Let's go."
Samuel also extinguished his cigarette and left the terrace with him. On their way back, he casually joked, "Is this the driver you were talking about?"
When Zachary had answered the call earlier, he had seen the name displayed on the screen.
The man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and a single syllable escaped his chest, "Hmm."
"You two were getting a divorce, right? So, you've reconciled?"
The word "divorce" furrowed Zachary's brows, and there was a hint of annoyance in his tone. "She's just playing around. In the past, each time she mentioned divorce, it was always for some purpose."
However, Samuel clearly disagreed with his explanation. "But this time, it seems like she's been causing a fuss for a long time. Maybe she's serious."
"Wasn't she serious each time she mentioned divorce before?" Zachary continued walking.
"We don't need to go to the Bureau of Vital Statistics then?"
During a previous drinking session, Zachary had mentioned to him that Winona always asked when he would go to the Bureau of Vital Statistics to handle some paperwork. It was so stubborn and annoying.
"She's been quiet for now."
Zachary briefly explained the deal between him and Winona.
After listening, Samuel sneered, "The Bailey Group and CY Group collaboration, isn't that a simple matter? If I were Winona, I would definitely throw wine in your face if you tried to threaten me."
Just as he finished speaking, a loud "bang" was heard as the terrace door was forcefully pushed open...
Zachary and Samuel both turned to look at the source of the sound, and there, Winona stood with a cold expression on her face, her lips bearing a whitened mark from being bitten, her hand clenched into a fist at her side.
"Zachary, calling you a dog would be an insult to dogs. You're nothing but a bastard!"
Zachary's expression froze.
Taking a deep breath, Winona gritted her teeth and said, "And I really do want a divorce from you. I will definitely go to the Bureau of Vital Statistics."
Saying that, she turned around and intercepted a passing waiter, snatching a glass of wine and directly splashing it towards the man's handsome face. In an instant, everyone present froze, holding their breath!
The next second, Zachary's voice echoed through the corridor, almost tearing her apart, "Winona, you're really an idiot!"
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