Chapter 1303


    Zoey crouched in the back seat of her car, heart thumping like a drum in a rock concert. With the space


    cramped, there was nowhere to hide.


    In a swift motion, she yanked the curtains closed on both windows, making sure no prying eyes could


    peer inside.


    As long as she wasn''t caught red-handed, she thought she''d be fine.


    But her hasty actions might as well have been a neon sign shing "upied" to the small mob


    outside.


    "Look! I told you, that shameless hussy is definitely in there!"


    "Drag her out! I want to see which little vixen has the nerve to mess around!"


    "Get out here! Don''t make mee in there after you! If you''ve got the guts to do it, then face the


    music!"


    Zoey sat silently, hoping against hope that the group would disperse soon. But the ringleader, a woman


    with the persistence of a bulldog, wasn''t about to let it go and called for her bodyguard.


    "Get my brother''s chauffeur, bring me the keys. I want to see the face of this home-wrecker."


    Zoey''s pupils shrank with fear. Could it be that man''s sister? She quickly pulled out her phone and


    dialed his number, but he didn''t answer. He rarely did, especially after warning her not to contact him


    out of the blue.


    But this was an emergency.


    After several attempts and hang-ups, he finally answered, his voice darker than a storm cloud.


    "What do you want?"


    "Your sister''s trying to break into the car. What should I do?"


    She expected him to call off his sister, but he just scoffed.


    "Scared of being found out? You do know tonight is our family''s g, right?"


    Zoey hadn''t known. How could she? She was out of the loop on his life''s details.


    She fell silent as the girls outside continued to plot her humiliation, anticipating the moment they could


    drag her out and p her senseless.


    With a heavy heart, she begged, "Can you please call her off? I''m begging you."


    But his next words pped her like a physical blow.


    "How much do you think your begging is worth? Three hundred thousand?"


    Three hundred thousand was the price Zoey had paid for her dignity, and he used it to needle her


    without mercy.


    She hung up without another word, mocking herself for even considering reaching out to him. It would


    have been more sensible to ask a stray dog for help.


    The man was surprised when she dared to hang up on him. But inside the car, Zoey resigned herself to


    her fate. Just earlier that day, she had been humiliated and pped at thepany''s top floor, her


    cheek still faintly swollen.


    He had ignored her entirely, showing zero interest in her life. And now, the footsteps outside came


    closer, a sycophantkey handing over the keys to the girl in charge.


    Zoey held onto a sliver of hope that he woulde to her rescue at thest minute.


    No miracle urred. The door swung open.


    "You little tramp! How dare you seduce my brother! Drag her out! I''ll teach her a lesson she won''t


    forget!"


    The other girls, green with envy, joined in. Who wouldn''t want a night with the most eligible bachelor in


    Greenfield? Yet, for years, he had shown no interest in any of the local women. Now, an outsider


    seemed to have stolen the prize.


    Their anger turned into a frenzied mob as they reached for Zoey. She knew that any resistance would


    only fuel their fury. So she let them drag her out without a fight.


    ps and hair-pulling ensued. "You think you''re something special? What gives you the right to lure


    men in?"


    "Pull her hair back, I want to see her face!"


    As they went for her face, Zoey instinctively wanted to shield herself, but then another p came her


    way. The crowd was so thick she couldn''t even tell who it was from.


    Blood trickled from her lip as she finally saw the leader of the pack, her phone out, recording the


    ordeal.


    Bending down, the girl pped Zoey twice more. "Let me tell you, if I catch you near my brother again,


    I''ll make you regret it!"


    Still not satisfied, shended a brutal kick to Zoey''s stomach.


    Zoey couldn''t help butugh bitterly. It was nearly four in the morning, and these high-societydies


    seemed to thrive in the witching hour, theirvish mansions aze with light.


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