Three days later, Zachary and Quilly arrived at a charity gala, as invited by the organizers, where they attended the first meeting of philanthropists and organizers. Zachary was astonished by the grandeur of the event, which was far beyond what was depicted on the advertising flyer. As they stepped into the venue, Zachary and Quilly found it to be just as luxurious as a high-end restaurant. Although the organizers claimed that they did not have many philanthropists, nor any major ones, why did they have such a budget to organize such an extravagant gala? Flowers and wine were abundant, with a few other investors enjoying the wine around, but there were only a few present. Zachary and Quilly took a walk around to tour and observe. A person from the organizing committee recognized them: "Hello! Are you Zachary, the philanthropist?" A staff member in a black suit with a black badge on his collar asked. "Yes," Zachary replied, and the staff member immediately turned around and gestur

The crowd murmured with excitement, and Chloe leaned over to Zachary, whispering snidely, "I bet I can outbid anyone here." Zachary rolled his eyes, unimpressed by Chloe's arrogance. "It's not a competition, Chloe. It's about helping those in need." Chloe scowled at Zachary, but before she could retort, the host continued, "We will start with our first item, a beautiful painting by a local artist. The bidding starts at $5000." The room fell silent as people began to bid, raising their hands and calling out their offers. Chloe, eager to prove herself, quickly raised her hand and shouted, "I bid $10000!" The room gasped at Chloe's high bid, and she smirked, feeling pleased with herself. But her satisfaction was short-lived when someone else quickly countered with a bid of $20000. Chloe gritted her teeth, determined to win the painting at any cost. She raised her hand again, calling out a bid of $30000. Finally, the other bidder dropped out, and the host declared Chloe the winner.

Zachary and Emma rushed to the hospital, hoping to see Emma's mother before it was too late. As they arrived, they realized that the hospital was crowded with people, and the staff seemed to be overwhelmed. After Zachary waited with Emma until her mother's surgery was complete, the doctor came out to give them the news. "The surgery was successful," he said, "but your mother's condition is still critical. She will need to stay here for some time to recover." Zachary could see the exhaustion and worry etched on Emma's face. He knew he had to do something to help. Without hesitation, he asked the doctor how he could make her mother's stay more comfortable. "Well," the doctor said, "we do have some more comfortable rooms available, but they are reserved for VIPs." Zachary didn't hesitate. "I'll pay for it," he said firmly. "I want her mother to have the best possible care and comfort." The nurse hesitated, looking at Zachary skeptically. "I'm sorry, sir, but those rooms are reserved

As more people began to take notice of Zachary's presence on the yacht, the whispers grew louder and more curious. Suddenly, Rajiv Patel's voice boomed over the crowd, silencing the whispers. "Excuse me, everyone," he began. "I am pleased to introduce you all to Zachary, a big investor in my company." The crowd murmured in interest as they looked at Zachary with newfound curiosity: "He must have a good eye for investments if Rajiv is introducing him." "No wonder Rajiv invited him. He's practically royalty." Xander looked at him with wide eyes, impressed by his new discovery. Meanwhile, the group of young people who had mocked Zachary earlier looked at each other in fear and embarrassment, realizing they had made a mistake by judging someone based on their appearance. Zachary simply turned his head to look at the people, offering them a friendly smile. The group of young people felt ashamed and quietly left the area, realizing that Zachary was not the person they had made him out

Zachary enjoyed a lavish dinner that night, prepared by their family's personal chef. He sat at the long dining table with his parents, savoring each bite of the delicious meal. His mother, Taliyah Pennington, was the picture of elegance and grace, dressed in a flowing silk gown that shimmered in the candlelight. She had always been a pillar of strength for Zachary. His father, Kristopher Winthrop, was a tall and imposing figure, with piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence. He had always been a shrewd businessman, and Zachary had learned a lot from him about running the family's company. As they dined, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and nostalgia. Elizabeth regaled them with stories of her time spent traveling through Europe and attending high society events, while Kristopher recounted his business trips to Asia and the Middle East. The meal itself was a feast for the senses, with each dish prepared to perfection by their personal chef. The scent of spices and exotic