After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 77: Henry Preston Has Dirt on My Dad

With the way I looked at the time, anyone who didn’t know better might have thought I’d won the lottery.

My mind was like a flickering bulb with faulty circuits, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, and Henry Preston’s face was a blur, a double image in my eyes.

Looking around, not just Henry, but everyone else present looked like phantoms to me, distorted and hazy.

"Zoe, come, let me take you home!" Tiana O’Connell rushed over to support me.

I was likely the one who drank the most among this group, because while I kept choosing to drink, the others more or less opted for truth or dare.

Leah Lane was also worried I might continue causing a scene with Henry, and along with Tiana O’Connell, they propped me up like two bodyguards saying, "Zoe, let’s head back!"

I wobblingly broke free from them and stumbled towards Jason Forrest, "No, the dare hasn’t been completed yet..."

Though I was drunk, I always remembered my aim was to embarrass Henry.

Jason Forrest saw me as if seeing a ghost, desperately wishing he could turn into air and disappear, and he fiercely clung onto Silas Lockwood, who embraced him tightly, the two of them looking very much like comrades in distress.

Ivan Underwood saw this, stood up to block my way, grabbed my arm, and quietly said, "Let’s go back and get some sleep."

"Ivan Underwood, why are you so bad?" I widened my eyes to look at him, "You were targeting me in the game earlier. Believe it or not, I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow to report you for mistreating patients, I’ll make sure you can’t be a doctor anymore, only to go home and inherit the family business..."

"Okay." Ivan Underwood looked helpless yet amused.

"Quack! Quack!!" I shouted loudly. I was quite experienced in acting drunk, as before when Henry wouldn’t come home, I’d often drink alone and cause a fuss when I accidentally drank too much, but that was just me speaking to the air, no one paid any attention to me.

Just as I wanted to continue defaming Ivan Underwood’s reputation, I suddenly felt my body tilt as a strong hand wrapped around my waist, lifting me up and slinging me over a shoulder.

The dizziness made my head spin, and I almost threw up.

Henry’s hand shifted from my waist to my thigh, holding me securely so I wouldn’t fall off his shoulder while warning me, "If you dare throw up on me, it’s over."

Everyone looked at Henry’s actions with varied expressions, especially Silas Lockwood and Jason Forrest, whose mouths dropped wide open.

Dangling upside down, my blurry gaze swept over them, and amidst the swaying, I left the private room.

They must be wondering why Henry would carry me away like this? I’m just a dispensable wife in a marriage of convenience; Crystal Dawson once described it to me, saying if one day I hung myself at home, Henry would just think I was swinging on the playground.

His anger and vague possessiveness just now should not have been directed at me.

As we descended the stairs, I seemed to see the private room’s door open again, Ivan Underwood’s silhouette emerging from within, staring intently at Henry and me.

I thought we’d make it smoothly to Henry’s car, but someone stopped him halfway.

A man’s sleazy voice sounded, "Bro, is this the catch you got tonight? Looks nice. I picked one too, wanna swap?"

That’s why when women are out alone, they should never get drunk; who knows what kind of rotten man might come along trying to take advantage.

Unfortunately for him, he picked the wrong person to mess with, Henry.

I felt myself shaking intensely, followed by Henry’s curse, "Are you fucking tired of living?!"

The next second, I was placed on a nearby sofa, and I tried hard to keep my eyes open to see what was happening. I saw Henry, looking like he was fueled with gunpowder, grabbing the man who was kicked to the ground by the collar and punching him hard.

In such a noisy place, I could even hear the sound of fists hitting flesh.

Someone went to get The Nightingale Garden’s manager. Originally, they wanted to intervene in the fight, but upon recognizing Henry’s face, the manager dared not say much, standing next to me and whispering to a waiter, "Call 120!"

The waiter hurriedly went to contact 120, while the man on the ground was already beaten to a bloody mess, unrecognizable. Fearing Henry might continue until he caused serious harm, I attempted to say something to stop him, but instead, I began to vomit.

Upon hearing my nauseating retch, Henry stopped his hands and gave the manager a cold look, "Tell your boss to deal with it."

"Yes, yes, yes." The manager nodded hurriedly.

Henry strode to the sofa, not carrying me this time, but rather lifted me horizontally in his arms, leaving The Nightingale Garden under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Before we reached the car, I had already fallen asleep in Henry’s arms.

I assumed Henry would take me back to Maplewood Gardens, but when I woke up, the environment was different. The decor style around me was clearly different, and it wasn’t a hotel either.

Where is this place? I wandered around the room, then went to the balcony to take a look.

Not far away, the surface of the river sparkled with tiny waves, both shores were lined with sprawling bamboo forests, covered in white snow, looking cold and beautiful.

I seem to know where I am now; Veridian Shore, it should be Henry’s property, the most expensive apartment complex in City A.

Why did he bring me here? I couldn’t come here before, now he’s actively brought me here, what’s funny is, in my previous life, Azure Vaughn was settled by him here, this was his golden house to keep a mistress, the place where he officially started his relationship with Azure Vaughn.

I still remember the time when I finally tracked a bit of Azure Vaughn’s whereabouts and wanted to rush in to find her, only to be chased away by the bodyguards Henry arranged.

The surroundings were very quiet, I left the bedroom and walked around the whole apartment, but didn’t see Henry anywhere.

But on the table in the living room, there were some photographs, I walked over to take a look, and all color drained from my face.

"Snap." It was the sound of the living room door opening, and Henry was at the entrance, his voice was cold when he saw me in the living room, "Awake."

"What is this?!" I grabbed those photos, my emotions barely contained as I got agitated, "Where did you get these? Henry, you are so heartless!"

The photos in my hand were of my dad and Susan Adler together in bed.

Sure enough, this life Henry still collected some leverage against my dad, and since we are going through a divorce, if he uses these photos to blackmail me to leave the marriage with nothing, I’m quite likely to agree.

"I naturally have my ways to get them, why?" Henry closed the door, casually tossed the car keys, and sat down on the sofa, looking at me calmly.

"Why are you doing this?" I ground my teeth in anger and asked, "What did my family ever do to you?"

In the previous life, when he dealt with the Hathaway Family, I could somewhat understand since I was holding onto him, refusing divorce, but now with no grievances between us, and agreeing to divorce, he shouldn’t have any reason to secretly deal with my family.

Henry furrowed his thick brows, his gaze sharp, "Your hangover isn’t over yet?"