My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 1079 Unworthy

Chapter 1079 Unworthy

The policeman's eyes were full of consternation, "What's the matter? Are you afraid I'll dirty your place?

Why are you suddenly not going in?"

He had been excited to go in and have a look around.

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Being in a small place like that, he had really never seen such a nice place.

Zoe shook her head, "No, I don't want to go in, can I beg you to take me to the Minha neighborhood?"

The policeman was still full of consternation, "Why don't you want to go in?"

Wouldn't a normal person, after something like this, be expected to go home immediately?

Why did she pass through the house without entering?

And even cry?

Zoe, however, wiped her tears, forcing her heart to ache, and said, "There are reasons, please."

The policeman nodded slightly, before taking a fond look at the Dream Garden and leaving with a direct

kick of the accelerator.

As she drove down the road, Zoe saw a black Bentley Coupe driving towards where she was.

The number plate, which was familiar to her, was a series of 9.

That is Robert's car.

Inside sits Robert.

Thinking of this, she immediately plopped down on the car seat, afraid that Robert would see her.

Soon, the police car and the Bentley Coupe brushed past each other.

Inside the Bentley, Robert was on the phone with his men, scolding them, "It's been so long, and you

still can't find Zoe, what are you doing? If you do this again, get the hell out of here!"

The moment he brushed against the police car, noting that the police car is not local, Robert

inadvertently glanced at it, but his eyes did not stay much.

Soon the two cars brushed past each other.

After a while, Zoe rose and sat back down.

Through the rear view mirror, she could clearly see the black Bentley drifting away from her.

It was as if, for example, his life was the same.

"Flento City is worthy of being Flento City, there are so many rich people, that Bentley coupe seems to

be tens of millions of dollars, right?" The policeman suddenly spoke up, looking through the rear view

mirror, looking at the Bentley Coupe away from his direction.

Zoe nodded slightly, "Yeah, right."

At this point, her tears flowed once again.

When they reached the Minha neighborhood, the police stopped the car.

Zoe looked at the policeman cautiously and asked, "Sir, can I borrow your phone?"

The policeman then decisively handed over his mobile phone.

Zoe took a deep breath and dialed one of her previous classmates, Winson's number.

All her former friends have left the city.

The only one who can still speak to each other is this one from a classmate.

Because of his number is better to remember.

During the last chat, she remembered that he was in this neighbourhood.

The phone call soon got through and Zoe said directly, "This is Zoe. I'm in the Minha neighborhood, do

you still live here? Can you do me a favor?"

Winson spoke decisively, "Yes."

"Where are you? I'm coming to get you." the man asked again.

Zoe took a deep breath and reported her position.

She then thanked the police officer and got out of the car.

After seeing the police off, Zoe stood in place with anticipation, waiting for her classmate.

At the entrance to the neighbourhood where people are entering and leaving, Zoe dressed, dirty, and

she became the centre of attention for passers-by.

She tried to keep her head down, trying not to let anyone see her face.

She was really too humiliated now.

About ten minutes later, a black Volkswagen pulled up in front of her.

Inside the car, Winson repeatedly looked her over before getting out and walking towards her.

He looked at her with shocked eyes and asked, "What's going on with you? Are you really Zoe?"

They were classmates, and everyone knew that Zoe was now following Robert and had an endless

supply of glory and riches.

What is this now?

Zoe held back her vulnerability and looked at Winson, "It's a long story, lend me a place to take a

shower and change my clothes."

Winson is a person that Zoe knows very well.

He works in police stations.

It is possible to feel comfortable enough.

Winson nodded his head.

When he saw that Zoe was covered in blood, Winson opened the car door while carrying Zoe to the

car.

Soon, Winson drove to his house.

After parking the car, Winson carried Zoe into his house.

He is now single and alone.

Despite this, his house is so neat and clean that it looks as if there is a lady in charge.

Inside the house, the area is about eighty square feet and is decorated in a simple European rustic

style, which looks very fresh.

After changing into slippers, Winson put Zoe on the sofa and then went to close the door of his house

behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he went straight to Zoe and pointed to the bathroom and said, "Go in and take

a shower, there's my shirt in there, and there's bathrobes and such, if you don't mind, you can use

them all."

"Don't worry, I'm healthy and not sick." Winson said again.

At these words, Zoe's heart instantly warmed.

After all that she has been through, Winson's warmth is extraordinarily touching.

Zoe nodded, and then followed Winson's guidance into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she couldn't wait to get out of her filthy clothes.

And then she went straight under the shower and rinsed herself as fast as she could.

As the warm water, from top to bottom, fell on her body, her eyes couldn't help but got wet.

All sorts of humiliating, sordid images come into view.

It made her feel even more disgusted with herself.

The force with which she rubbed her body could not help but increase much more.

Under the shower, she had been washing herself all the time.

Shampoo, shower gel.

She applied it over and over again numerous times.

She didn't stop until her skin was all completely red and the hot water was completely gone.

She really felt so dirty and filthy.

Although the surface dirt washes off, the inside doesn't wash off at all.

She had escaped, but the memories they left behind and the filth still lingered in her body.

The thought of this broke her down even more.

She couldn't help but recall herself on the run.

What exactly was she thinking to want to come back and drag such a filthy body to Robert?

What exactly are her qualifications?

It's really crazy!

One more look at Robert from her now would be a stain on Robert!

She washed until her skin tingled, then stopped and drew the towel next to her, dried her hair and

wrapped it.

And then she put on a large men's bathrobe, wrapped her entire body securely in it, and walked out of

the bathroom.