Chapter 1 A Tough Woman

At the Kelsey Coffee Shop...

It was where Zoey Carter worked. Charlie Kingsley had arrived near the cafe for quite a while but did not come in. He sat in a black car across the road, observing the girl who was as busy as a bee with a critical eye through the large floor-to-ceiling window of the shop.

The girl was beautiful, and the most attractive feature was her smile which dispelled all the darkness around her like a bright sun.

Since crippled, Charlie had felt that the world was dark and cold. But looking at her smile with dimples on the face engendered a bit of warmth in his heart. No wonder his grandmother liked her so much, as she indeed seemed to be a delightful girl.

He thought that if he did not know that the girl married him, who was disabled for some ulterior purpose, he would have liked her as much as his grandmother did.

As Charlie thought of that, a drunken man stumbled into the cafe. Hearing the ringing of the doorbell, Zoey greeted him with a smile. "Welcome."

The man's face was red, and his pace was unsteady. When he saw Zoey, he revealed a lewd smile, mumbling, "Beauty, have fun with me... I have money..."

With her face sagging, Zoey replied curtly, "Sir, this is a cafe, not a special club. It's not the place you look for!"

The effect of alcoholic gave the man the nerves to be reckless and rude. "No, it is right the place I am looking for!" He pounced on Zoey, who dodged quickly.

The man began to chase Zoey. For several times he almost caught Zoey with his fat and greasy hands. Seeing Zoey in danger, Edward Ford, Charlie's assistant, said to Charlie, "Mr. Kingsley, Miss Carter is in trouble. Should we go over and help her?"

"If you are not afraid to be entangled with her, you can do it."

She had saved him once. If he came to her rescue, it would be more difficult for him to keep her away.

All of a sudden, a sound of slap occurred.

Charlie looked over and saw Zoey standing upright with her right hand raised in the air. The man seemed to be so drunk that he was easily knocked over a trash can next to him.

The man cursed, "Fuck, you are just a shameless whore. Why do you pretend to be righteous? Isn't it the way you earn money? How many men have you slept with? You should feel honored to sleep with me..."

Without uttering a single word, Zoey lifted her foot to kick the man, her face relentless.

Seeing Zoey hit the most vulnerable part of the man's body, Edward instinctively covered the same place, as if he could feel the drunkard's pain.

If Miss Carter, who was so tough, married Mr. Kingsley ... Edward peeked at Charlie, hesitant to say what he thought.

"What are you looking at?" Charlie noticed Edward's strange gaze and frowned.

"No, nothing... No, I'm just worried that Miss Carter hurt the man..."

The words had just come out of the mouth of Edward when he heard the man, whose penis was given another powerful kick by Zoey, screaming like a tortured pig.

"Mr. Kingsley, should we go over... to stop Miss Carter..." Edward stopped. He never expected that the future wife of the boss was so violent.

"Call the police!"

"What?" Edward could not believe what he had heard, as he thought that the police would certainly detain Zoey.

Completely sobered up by the intense pain, the man yelled at Zoey, "I'm calling the police, and you are to be put in jail!"

Zoey laughed. "Call the police? Okay, hurry up! Even though I'm a whore, as you say, how can you not pay for your whoring? I'm going to your office and your house to ask for payment." In terms of quarreling, she was an expert.

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