Chapter 61 Abandoning Billions of Dollars in Cooperation for Her
On Winona’s face, there were swelling and a cut at the corner of her lips, stained with blood.
Zachary glanced at Mr. Miller, who avoided eye contact nervously. With a smirk, he spoke in a low, throaty voice, "Mr. Miller, you've laid hands on my woman. What were you thinking?"
Mr. Miller's heart, previously suspended in anxiety, returned to his chest. He smiled and said, "I'll give you an additional 20% in profits..."
He assessed Zachary's expression, but seeing no change, he gritted his teeth and continued, "30%. I'll give you 30% of the profits."
His heart was bleeding. 30% profit, not just $300 million, this operation was a complete loss!
Zachary instructed Dylan, "Go and bring the contract."
Upon hearing this, Winona's heart sank...
Though she had never harbored hope for this man since the incident, hearing him bring up the matter in terms of profits still left her feeling cold and disappointed.
She saw Mr. Miller's smile, full of contempt, disdain, and an utter lack of remorse.
How could Winona let him off so easily?
"Zachary, Mr. Miller just claimed that he had coerced your sweetheart Fiona. Given her cold and aloof nature, it's highly likely."
Since when did Fiona become Mr. Bailey's sweetheart?
Before Mr. Miller could come up with an excuse, Zachary kicked him down!
Zachary's kick was strong. It sent the pudgy man flying several meters, crashing onto his stomach. Mr. Miller felt his insides churn, and with a "bleurgh," he vomited, with bits of dinner mixed with blood.
Zachary walked casually, with almost silent footsteps, on the soft carpet.
But Mr. Miller couldn't stop shivering and trembling. He knelt in a sorry state, bowing and begging for mercy!
"Mr. Bailey, it's a misunderstanding... I have nothing to do with her. I only glanced at her from afar at one event. I had no idea about your relationship with Miss Clark. Otherwise, I wouldn't have dared to joke about her..."
Zachary walked up to him, and finally, he stomped on Mr. Miller's fingers pressed against the carpet.
Mr. Miller felt like his finger bones were about to shatter. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he gasped for breath, "Zachary, we just signed a contract, and we're supposed to cooperate long-term. Why create conflict over a misunderstanding? Besides, I really didn't touch Miss Clark!"
At that moment, Dylan came down with the contract, saying, "Mr. Bailey, here's the contract."
Zachary smiled insincerely as he looked at the man kneeling on the ground, "Cooperation?"
Then, with a "crack" sound, he tore the thick stack of contracts into two halves.
Mr. Miller looked at him in disbelief.
Without batting an eye, he tore up the contract worth billions of dollars! In an instant, it felt like the sky was falling. His company had been working tirelessly for months for this collaboration!
Trembling with anger, he snapped, "Zachary, this is a breach of contract. You'll have to pay the penalty!"
"A penalty? I can afford it. Do you dare to take it?" Zachary sneered. "This collaboration ends here. Any company associated with you will no longer be considered for cooperation, and any company that works with the Bailey Group will have no dealings with you or any of your companies."
This was no longer just about losing money; it was about ruining him!
With Zachary's words, who would risk offending the Bailey Group and cooperate with their company?
"Mr. Bailey, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. We can discuss the profit sharing in the contract again. You can ask for a higher percentage, consider it as my apology to Miss Clark..."
Begging for mercy, he angrily slapped himself, "It's my inability to speak. I was wrong. Punish me if you want. In the future, whenever Miss Clark performs, I will bring the entire company to support her!"
Zachary's face turned cold. He stood up, moved aside, and said to Dylan, "Make him take it."
Dylan replied, "Mr. Miller, go ahead."
Seeing the man hesitate, Dylan continued, "Mr. Bailey has given the order. You definitely have to swallow this contract. Either you do it yourself, or we open your stomach and stuff it in. It doesn't matter, it's your choice."
"I'll take it, I'll do it right away. Please, can you plead for me? I really didn't do anything to Miss Clark!"
He picked up the torn contract and shoved it into his mouth, so hurriedly that saliva mixed with blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Winona quietly watched this scene, unable to describe her feelings.
She never expected that just mentioning Fiona's name would have such power. Zachary didn't even ask if it was true or not. For her sake, he was willing to let go of the money they had earned and torn up the contract. She thought about how she had endured being treated as a vase for two days just for this contract, forcing herself to chat with Mr. Miller despite the disgust.
She had compromised for the amount she owed and was now being threatened and manipulated by Zachary.
In comparison, she, Mrs. Bailey, was truly being wronged!
She didn't look down any further and turned to Matthew, saying, "Matthew, can you please drive me back or lend me your car?"
The vacation resort was in the suburbs, and she couldn't hail a taxi. She didn't want to bother Rebecca to come and pick her up this late, fearing that it would worry her.
Matthew withdrew his gaze from the commotion over there and said, "No problem."
Seeing the two about to leave, Zachary hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, his gaze landing on...
"I'll take you, the injury on your face needs to be treated at the hospital."
Winona shook her head, her tone flat, "You don't have to trouble yourself."
She withdrew her hand from Zachary's palm, but how could Zachary just let her leave with Matthew like that?
He stated slowly and deliberately, "I said I'd take you. There's no need to trouble others with this matter. Matthew came here to accompany a friend, is it appropriate for you to ask him to leave his friend and send you away? Besides, he's not obligated to do so."
Matthew furrowed his brows slightly, "It's only a two-hour drive from here to New York. I can drop you off and drive back. It won't be a problem."
Zachary looked at Matthew, his brows furrowing slightly, as if restraining himself, yet also seemingly on the verge of erupting in anger in the next second...
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