Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 208 Zoe ingeniously escapes from a predicament, Mr. Hale descends from the sky (4 more Chapters)

Chapter 208: 208 Zoe ingeniously escapes from a predicament, Mr. Hale descends from the sky (4 more Chapters)

After Zoe Bell finished speaking, the man’s gaze fixed on her instantly shifted, becoming unusually greedy and filled with desire.

A video was definitely going to be recorded.

Since the boss hadn’t come back yet, he might as well agree to her terms and enjoy himself for a while.

"Boss, can you loosen my hands and feet?"

"I’m afraid that’s not possible."

"Then..." Zoe Bell bit her lip, "then how am I supposed to serve you?"

Upon hearing this, the man’s heart fluttered.

The word "serve",

filled his mind with wild imaginations.

She had clearly been around the wealthy; she was indeed different.

She looked so innocent; he hadn’t expected her to be so unrestrained.

Zoe continued, "I am just a weak woman who cannot run away."

She deliberately husked her voice while speaking, nearly causing the man’s soul to fly away as his body instantly reacted. He thought carefully and realized that it was indeed the case. In the middle of nowhere, without a car, she wouldn’t be able to run away even if she wanted to.

And screaming would not summon any help.

Realizing this, the man hurried over to untie her ropes.

Zoe reached out and hooked her fingers around the belt at his waist.

In the man’s eyes, there was nothing but fire.

He wanted to touch her, but she stopped him, "Don’t rush—"

During their conversation, she had already pushed him onto the office chair. Zoe stepped back half a step, pretended to strip off her clothes, but her gaze was on the ashtray on the desk.

While the man was lost in tenderness, Zoe suddenly grabbed the ashtray and smashed it hard against his head.

With just one hit,

his head broke and bled profusely.

"Fuck, you..."

The man jumped up from the chair, but dizzy from the blow to his head, he staggered and was hit again, completely knocking him unconscious.

Zoe looked at the man’s bloody face and felt a shudder.

She checked his breathing.

He wasn’t dead!

She put down the ashtray, picked up the rope that had bound her, and tied up his hands and feet. After scanning the surroundings, she grabbed a rag and gagged his mouth.

She took his cellphone; because the screen was locked without a fingerprint option and she didn’t know the password, she couldn’t unlock it.

This damn phone didn’t even have the emergency contact feature on its lock screen.

Having been bound too long, her injured ankle hurt severely, making it difficult to walk. She searched the office, picked up a utility knife, and grabbed an old golf club from a corner.

Just as she picked up the cellphone and hadn’t left yet, she heard the sound of a car...

His accomplices had returned so quickly.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing.

Maintain her composure and stay calm!

There were two people with him; if she could catch them by surprise, there was still a chance to escape, but she didn’t know the area well and didn’t know where to run. Moreover, her painful foot probably wouldn’t carry her far...

But given the circumstances, she had no choice but to fight desperately!

As the sound of footsteps neared, Zoe clenched the golf club in her hand.

Years of stage experience allowed her to remain unexpectedly calm in such a highly tense situation.

"...Brother, I heard this woman is with some formidable boss. Doing this, won’t it spell trouble?"

"What’s there to fear, once we make the video and have her under our control, she won’t dare call the police even if she sees my face, unless she wants the video all over the internet for everyone to see."

"As for the guy keeping her..."

The man sneered dismissively.

"Such high and mighty people, why would they want a tainted woman!"

The accomplice laughed out loud, "As expected of big brother, always thinking ahead."

As they almost reached the office door, Zoe pressed herself against the door, holding her breath. As the door opened, she smelled the scent of barbecue.

"Hey, your barbecue is here, you..."

The man entering with the skewers just peeked his head in when Zoe raised the golf club, targeting his shin!

With a fierce swing,

"Ahh—" the man let out a piercing scream, collapsing in agony.

She delivered another blow before turning her attention to the sophisticated man behind him.

It was the man who had lured her out of the car.

"Fuck, you bitch!"

The man was caught off guard and his arm was struck. He reached for the pool cue, but given the disparity in strength between men and women, Zoe Bell couldn’t wrestle it away and the cue fell to the ground.

She didn’t have time to pick it up, and as the man bent down to grab it, he didn’t expect Zoe to pull a utility knife from her pocket and slash at him!

The man grunted.

Blood instantly streamed from his arm.

He quickly covered the wound, and Zoe, seizing the advantage with the blade in hand, pushed him and ran towards the outside. The van was parked in the factory yard, but she didn’t have the keys.

She had no choice but to run outside!

"You can’t escape," the cultured man gritted his teeth, "Damn it, this bitch, I really underestimated her."

He glanced at the bloodied, tied-up subordinate inside the room.

He cursed softly:

Useless trash.

He kicked another cohort who was clutching his leg and wailing, "Stop yelling and chase after her!"

Zoe’s right foot hurt terribly, and she hesitated for a moment as she ran out of the factory area.

A wide road,

surrounded by overgrown withered grass, chilly autumn winds whistling through the trees, emitting a chilling low hum.

The area was very dark, with only the distant streetlight glowing faintly.

She clenched her teeth and ran towards the light.

"Don’t waste your energy, there’s no way anyone’s here to save you." The man quickly bandaged his arm with his coat and, along with his limping accomplice, followed her leisurely.

Assuming no one would rescue her,

she was a sitting duck.

"I wanted to treat you well, but you had to make such a fuss. Don’t blame me for being rude later."

The man smiled wickedly.

Zoe could hardly care about that, she kept running along the road, pain stabbing through her ankle.

Her legs buckled, nearly causing her to collapse.

Which made the two men behind her laugh brazenly.

They seemed to be enjoying the spectacle as if she were a caged bird or a fish caught in a net, letting her struggle in her death throes.

Just then, from about three to four hundred meters away, suddenly a car sped towards them, its speed thrilling, dazzling her eyes. Zoe squinted, her vision blurring white.

The kidnappers were horrified.

They had been scouting for days, and as the other end of the factory area was a dead end, there were supposed to be no vehicles passing by here.

Zoe had no other options but to seek help from this car.

The car was moving very fast, she bit her lower lip,

she had to take a risk and stop the car.

Even if she were hit and killed, it was better than falling into their hands.

As she dashed forward, accompanied by a sharp screech of brakes, the car stopped about three to four meters away from her, a stabbing pain shot through her ankle, she gasped for breath, and fell to the ground.

"Help, help me—"

Her breath was short, her throat painfully tight, and she couldn’t speak a complete sentence.

At that moment, the seemingly refined kidnapper suddenly stepped forward, "Wife, what are you doing!"

"I know it was wrong of me to lay hands on you, I apologize."

"It’s too dangerous for you to be out this late. Let’s just go home quickly and not bother these people."

As he spoke, he kept bowing towards the people in the car, "I’m really sorry."

"I’m not your wife!" Zoe clutched the knife in her hand, "If you dare come any closer, believe it or not, I’ll kill you."

She struggled to rise from the ground, her right leg now pained so much she could hardly walk normally.

"Wife... stop playing hard to get, I promise, I won’t drink outside next time." The man pretended as if he were sincere.

Zoe held the knife, continually backing away!

Yet the man kept pressing in.

His lips curved in a smile, but his eyes were filled with coldness.

Claiming it was a marital dispute, most people wouldn’t intervene in such a domestic matter. Zoe kept backing away, but the recent sprint had already drained her strength; her wrist holding the knife trembled violently.

Just as her legs were about to give out...

Something suddenly tightened around her waist.

That night’s ordeal had terrified her, and she instinctively swung her knife. The blade cut through the shirt of the person behind her. Her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled into an embrace.

"Zoe, it’s me."