This time, Zoey couldn't take it anymore. She shook off his hand, stood up, and said with a cold face, "Since Mr. Walden doesn't want to talk over our business, let's do it next time. I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

For the company, she felt she had restrained her impulsive tone. But he still refused to let her go.

Mr. Walden stood up and came in front of her. He smiled and said, "Don't go. Don't we still have something to say? Come, let's talk."

"Really?"

Zoey raised her hand. It was unknown when she was holding a mobile phone in her hand. She smiled faintly. She looked at the shameless fat person in front of her. "Guess where my call went?"

Mr. Walden's expression changed, and he said with disdain, "What? Did you call the police? Let me tell you. Not everyone can enter this club. Even those in uniform are the same. Do you understand?"

"Really?"

She smiled and suddenly seemed to have given in. She sat down again and said, "Alright, you won't let me go anyway, right?"

"You can't say that. I am a righteous person. Right? Director Yates, what about you? I want to talk with you sincerely, but you refuse to cooperate. It makes me very embarrassed." Mr. Walden pretended to sigh.

Zoey cursed in her heart, but she still had to maintain a smile. "Really? Then why do you feel embarrassed?"

"Of course, it's because of this bottle of wine. You see. Before you came, we had almost finished drinking it and could not drink anymore. After you came, I felt that there was a way, right? If you drink this bottle of wine tonight, I will talk to you about our business and send you home. How about it?"

"Send me home?" Zoey repeated his words with a playful smile on her lips.

She was afraid it was to bring her to the hotel room.

At this time, if she still couldn't figure out the intentions of this group of people, then she would be a complete fool.

The current her hated being a fool.

She glanced at the phone, which was still on the line. She smiled and said, "That's great. Then how should I thank you?"

Mr. Walden's eyes flashed. He glanced at her greedily. The more he looked at her, the more he was tempted. This woman in front of him was beautiful and had a good temperament. Why did this woman be the director? Wouldn't it be better to let him keep her in his room?

Although he was a little worried about her phone call just now, at this time, the hot blood had rushed into his brain, so how could he care so much? He immediately reached out and pinched her hand, his eyes frivolous. "Isn't it easy to thank me? Let me tell you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard his friends gasp. Their voices were so loud that he couldn't help but raise his head and ask, "How did you..."

Suddenly, a strong force came from behind him. His body froze, and then he flew up. He passed through the crowd and slammed onto the wall. After falling, he only felt pain all over his body.

He didn't know how many bones he had broken. But he was in so much pain that his vision turned black, and he almost fainted.

He propped himself up reluctantly and looked up. He saw that the door was wide open, and a few men in black were standing there. The person in the lead was tall and muscular. His entire body showed his killing intent, and his expression was stern. From his appearance, he knew he could not offend him.

In a trance, he thought this person's face was very familiar. Who was that?

Of course, it was Wyatt.

In today's evening, when he knew that Zoey was coming to see a client, his eyelids began to jump. He always had bad feelings. He wanted to ask her not to come, but it was not good to say it. It was her career, so he could not interfere. He thought that the person would not be bold to offend her.