Female Novel
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
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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 flashing "Occupied" 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 me come 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 gala, 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 slap her senseless.
With a heavy heart, she begged, "Can you please call her off? I'm begging you."
But his next words slapped 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 slapped at the company'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 sycophantic lackey handing over the keys to the girl in charge.
Zoey held onto a sliver of hope that he would come to her rescue at the last minute.
No miracle occurred. 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.
Slaps 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 slap 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 slapped Zoey twice more. "Let me tell you, if I catch you near my brother again,
I'll make you regret it!"
Still not satisfied, she landed a brutal kick to Zoey's stomach.
Zoey couldn't help but laugh bitterly. It was nearly four in the morning, and these high-society ladies
seemed to thrive in the witching hour, their lavish mansions ablaze with light.
This was the world of the wealthy, the city that never sleeps.