Outrageous Best Friend

I had a best friend, Zoey Stewart, who was a fake heiress married into a wealthy family.

She stole the project plan and explained to her husband, Bryan Perez, that I was new to the job and wanted to learn.

She transferred ten million, saying she wanted to buy me a villa for my comfort.

She sold the luxury car, saying it was for me to use as a means of transportation.

She was caught having an affair with her husband's assistant and transferring company assets, and claimed I tricked her into being a pawn.

Eventually, her husband sent me to prison.

In there, I was killed by her lover, Derron Hall, to silence me.

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day her husband questioned me.

Whenever Zoey discussed plans with her lover, she used the excuse of shopping with me to go out.

This time, her husband, Bryan, sent me a message again. He asked me when I would let her come home.

I frowned. I glanced at it and directly deleted the conversation.

Just as I put on the face mask, the phone rang unexpectedly.

My hand, scrolling through videos, didn't have time to retract, and I pressed the answer button.

The next second, his angry voice sounded, "Jane, when will you allow my wife to come home?

"The child has cried three times already. Don't you know she's a mother? How selfish can you be? It was fine before, but now she isn't alone anymore!

"Please understand, I am her husband. You shop with my card and use my car. What do you mean by having her block my number every time?

"I have tolerated you for a long time. Don't you think you're a bit redundant?"

His tone grew heavier with each sentence, clearly indicating his patience had reached its limit.

But my anger was even greater than his.

In my previous life, if it weren't for Zoey, how could I have ended up in prison?

Just because I came from the same village as her and was her only friend, I naturally became her scapegoat!

At that time, I didn't know what she was busy with daily. Since she got married, our contact had gradually decreased.

Countless times Bryan called me. I inexplicably had to cover for her out of goodwill.

Once, I was sleeping in the early morning and had to endure Bryan's angry questioning.

"What are you doing so late? Getting your hair done for so long?"

I almost let it slip in my drowsiness when Zoey hurriedly sent a message. "Just say we are getting our hair done and went to try the package at the massage shop next door. I've already sent him the photos! Thanks, babe."

So later, in Bryan's eyes, I became the culprit for ruining his family harmony.

The next day, he sent me a warning message. After that day, I gradually reduced contact with Zoey.

But in the end, I was still sent to prison by her.

Bryan already resented me. Sending me in made him feel like he was getting rid of a scourge.

Given a second chance, I would never be her scapegoat again!

He lost his patience because I didn't respond for a while.

"Is Zoey with you? Have her answer the phone. The child wants her."

I raised my eyebrows, a cold smile curling my lips.

Holding the phone, I pretended to shout to one side, "Zoey, Zoey? Your husband is calling you."

She wasn't there. Naturally, no one responded.

So I exclaimed, "Oops, sorry, Mr. Perez, she went to get her hair done. The water is too loud for her to hear. It's the same place as last time!

"She'll contact you once she's done."

After saying that, I instantly put on an indifferent face and hung up heavily.

Unexpectedly, five minutes later. Just as I removed the face mask, there was a furious knocking on the door.

Opening the door, the force from outside almost made me fall on my butt.

Bryan actually brought a group of bodyguards to my house.

I was pinned down by the bodyguards, and could only watch as he searched my house angrily.

The small room was quickly turned upside down by him, and there was no sign of Zoey in any corner.

Only then did he furrow his brows and walk up to me impatiently, "Where's Zoey? Where did she go? I watched downstairs for a long time. Your lights were on. How could you have gone out?"

Seeing his face, angry to the point of losing reason, I couldn't help but feel a surge of vengeful satisfaction.

"Where Zoey went, how could she possibly tell me?

I was just her prepared scapegoat!"

Under Zoey's subtle influence, Bryan already harbored hatred towards me and wouldn't believe my explanations.

Seeing my silence, he shot a glance to the side. The bodyguards held me tightly.

He stepped forward and grabbed my jaw forcefully.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you one last chance. Where did Zoey go?"