Chapter 75

If she hadn't met Zoey at the police station, she would definitely ask Zoey to show her police badge now, to see if Zoey was really a cop.

Zoey didn't understand Lucille's silence at all and asked, "Got it?"

"Yes."

The two hung up, and the cat jumped to Zoey's side again, even rubbing against her.

Zoey pushed it away, but it persisted.

Zoey was silent, thinking it was really troublesome.

At this moment, Robert and Tenley came back from grocery shopping. Tenley saw Zoey playing so happily with the cat, and her smile grew even wider.

"Look, Zoey is so loving, she's so good to the big baby," Tenley praised.

Robert echoed, "Yes, don't all girls like little pets?" Actually, he meant, there was no need to praise about that.

Tenley put the groceries in the kitchen and came out to play with the cat.

Zoey glanced at the time, "Tenley, I won't be eating dinner tonight. I've gained a bit of weight recently, so I'm going for a run to lose some."

"Huh?" Tenley had specifically bought her favorite meat, how could she not eat it?

But it was good for young people to run more, considering Robert had mentioned Zoey's skills.

Tenley didn't stop her, "Alright, be safe, and if anything happens, call me or Robert immediately."

"Okay."

During her free time at the police station, as long as she wasn't working overtime, Zoey would insist on running every day.

She just wanted to train her body and become stronger.

The better she was at fighting, the better.

After entering middle school, Zoey often got beaten up. Fiona, Lena, Gordon, and even Derek all believed in using violence to subdue Zoey.

They thought that if a child was disobedient, they should be beaten!

That ignorant method didn't work on her at all.

Her body was in pain, but her soul told her that these people were guilty

She would never submit to guilty people.

Because of her family's lack of love, Zoey was often bullied at school. Boys in middle school developed to be stronger than girls, and no matter how angry she was, she couldn't beat a boy!

From that day on, she vowed to become the toughest girl!

To make up for the strength difference between genders, she started learning so-called 'dirty tricks.' It was the same trick she taught Lucille.

It had to be said, sometimes it worked really well. Didn't it work just as well when Lucille used it on Paul?

The next morning, Lucille received a call from John. He mainly talked to her about Paul's injury report, mentioning things like torn ligaments.

Lucille had already reached the entrance of Paul's company.

Listening to the content of the call, she stopped in her tracks.

Paul's condition was serious, but thanks to timely medical intervention, his dick was still functional.

"Paul has been telling us not to settle and to detain you, but the incident between you two last time wasn't recorded in our police files. This time, since he hit you first, I've classified the case as mutual assault, not domestic violence. But I have to give you a verbal warning, don't let it happen again!"

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Williams." Lucille was overjoyed, thinking to herself how amazing Zoey was.

Luckily, no one messed with her.

If Zoey wanted to commit a crime, wouldn't she be able to do it without getting caught?

"Mr. Williams, you've been busy with my and Paul's matters recently, thank you." Lucille said.

John replied, "No problem, it's my job. If you have any issues, feel free to contact me."

"Okay, thank you." Lucille turned off her phone and looked at Paul's company right in front of her.

She sneered and took the elevator to the twelfth floor.

The receptionist seemed to be a recent college graduate, looking very pretty. Her big eyes sparkled as if they could talk. She smiled warmly at Lucille and greeted her, "Hello, ma'am, do you have an appointment?"

"Hello, Miss. Does Paul work here? I'm his wife."

"Mr. Howard?" The receptionist said, "You're his wife? He works here. Mr. Howard is great, he often buys us coffee."

At home, when Lucille asked him to bring back a cup of coffee after work, he was unwilling.

But at the company, he often bought coffee for his colleagues.

Lucille glanced at her a few times.

No wonder Paul often bought them coffee. She was not only pretty but also spoke gently.

Those long legs, wearing stockings, which man wouldn't be mesmerized?

The receptionist seemed to realize she had said something wrong and quickly explained, "I didn't mean it that way. It's not just Mr. Howard who buys us coffee, many male colleagues do. Please don't misunderstand."

Lucille was about to get a divorce, she didn't care at all about what Paul did with others at the company.

Even if he treated others to a feast, it had nothing to do with her. She wasn't jealous.

Anyone who fell for Paul's sweet talk was just meeting their fate!

Lucille acted generously and gracefully, "It's just a cup of coffee. I understand, colleagues treat each other all the time. Besides, you're so pretty, you wouldn't be interested in Paul. I get it."

She just lacked someone who would be unconditionally good to her.

The receptionist was puzzled.

She just looked at Lucille, not knowing what to say.

Lucille showed indifference, "I came here to get to know you all better. I don't have many friends here since I married in this place. If you don't mind, we can be friends."

"Of course, I don't mind." The receptionist replied.

"Great, let's add each other on Facebook?"

Faced with Lucille's enthusiasm, the receptionist didn't know what to do.

She politely declined Lucille, "We're working now, and you see the cameras around. Our company has a strict policy against employees getting involved in each other's personal lives, so I'm sorry."

Lucille understood, she was afraid of being seen as an informant.

If it were usual, being rejected, she would have turned and left, hoping to see fewer people.

But somehow, Zoey's image popped into her mind.

She couldn't help but think, 'If Zoey were here, what would she do?'

Suddenly, Lucille blurted out, "Oh, I'm also an unfortunate woman. I know what you're worried about. I married here for so-called love, abandoned my parents, and now I'm alone in this place without a friend. Paul hasn't come home for days, and I really don't know what I did wrong, or if the other woman is just too tempting. We're all women, I hope you can understand me."