My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 790 I'm upset

"What? There's actually such a thing?" Robert's eyes were full of disbelief.

Zoe nodded with a bitter smile, "Yeah."

"Your family must be upset back then." Robert took Zoe in his arms, carefully caressing her back, trying to give her comfort.

"It was very stifling at the time, gee, let's not talk about it, it's over anyway."

"Okay."

To avoid evoking the sad past of Zoe, Robert chose not to continue talking.

Coming to this small county, he kind of saw the hearts of people once again.

It was really hard for Robert to imagine how on earth that woman could manage, with a cheeky face, to say that she used to take care of Zoe's family when she had treated Zoe's family like that? The more he thought about it, the more angry Robert became.

What a vain, realistic and pretentious old woman.

Just at this time, the taxi they had called arrived and Robert took Zoe with him and got into it.

Once in the car, Robert took a few calls from leaders of the police station.

It's all apologies.

After receiving it, Robert then looked at Zoe and said, "Next, there will be professional people to help with this case, at the same time the one before will apologize to you."

"More than that, he will go to your parents to apologise." Robert said again.

"Okay." Once Zoe heard this, she felt, at once, much more relaxed.

With her heart relieved, her face looked much better.

Seeing this scene, Robert unconsciously hooked his lips, he still likes his girlfriend has a light-hearted look.

They arrived all the way to in front of the police station belonging to the Zoe's family's neighborhood.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, Robert's mobile phone rang.

Another call from one of the county's great leaders.

Robert led Zoe out of the car and continued to be cold, answering the phone.

There was still a constant stream of apologies.

After making the call, Robert's mobile phone, once again, vibrated.

This time, it was a call from his company.

Because his company's secrets were involved, Robert did not choose to answer the call at the door.

Seeing that it would take him for a while, Zoe took the lead to go in.

When she enters, there is no a single man can be seen.

After looking around for a while, Zoe found a random bench and sat down.

Just as she sat down, she saw that several of the leaders here, with serious faces, were walking out in a hurry.

Several people, while walking outside, spoke.

"Mr. Moore will be here soon, hurry up and wait outside."

"That temp can really cause trouble, our good reputation is being ruined by that guy."

"That guy has to be dealt with seriously, service to the people is never just talk."

"Yeah, I've had a problem with this guy for a long time."

Hearing a few of them chatting, Zoe felt, at once, more comfortable inside.

Before coming here, she would have thought the place was a mess.

After hearing their chat, however, she realised that she had been wrong and that it was really all just the temp's fault.

The people above are still very good.

At the very moment she was lost in thought, those few people, who had already left her line of sight, walked in front of Robert.

She had no idea what they all said to Robert, and then several of them, disappeared, within her sight.

Seeing this, Zoe stood up, ready to go out.

It was at this time that a fierce law enforcement officer, brushing against the leaders, entered the door.

As soon as he entered, he walked straight up to her and asked coldly, "You're the one who came to report the incident for domestic violence, aren't you? What evidence do you have to prove that you were abused?"

Hearing the words 'what proof do you have', Zoe remembered again what her parents had experienced.

Coupled with that, the other party's arrogant and incomparable attitude made her face, at once, went cold.

She then placed her eyes on his badge.

The name tag on the chest reads, "Casey Thompson."

The name of this person is very familiar to Zoe.

Her parents had said that the person who had bullied them earlier was by that name.

So, she was pretty sure that this was the temp.

"Say something, what's that look on your face?" Casey questioned again.

"You've got the wrong person." said Zoe.

"So you didn't tell me earlier?" Casey questioned again.

"Is this the attitude you, as an enforcer, should have? We are all equal, who are you to yell at us?"

"We didn't come here to beg you." Zoe couldn't resist and pick on him outright.

She is a person who usually puts up with things when she can.

But today, she really didn't want to put up with it.

The way he treats people is so badly, she can imagine how many people he has bullied in his day-to-day life.

Her inner sense of justice would not allow her to be nice to this man.

"What kind of bad attitude is that? Do you know that it is illegal to insult me? You have to be fined 600,000 and go in for detention."

Zoe didn't expect that what he said to his own father would be said again to her.

She snorted coldly, "Which of my words scolded you? Is treating you badly a scolding? 600,000? Who do you think you are? The president?" Casey, "What is your attitude?"

Zoe, "What's your attitude again?"

Casey, "You're a woman, stirring here, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

Zoe, "Try."

Casey raised his hand and used his index finger to point viciously towards Zoe's face, but he didn't dare to beat her after all.

The place is full of surveillance.

It was to his detriment.

Zoe coldly snorted, "And what's wrong with women? Who is stirring up? And who, again, is bullying?"

Casey, "How can I be so unlucky? In these two days, all met unreasonable."

Zoe, "It's not your bad luck, you deserve it."

It was the first time that Zoe had ever tried to pick on someone so much.

It felt good.

Casey's face, at once, darkened.

Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.Tap the middle of the screen to reveal Reading Options.

If you find any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.

Report