They could only obey Zachary, otherwise, who knows which one of them will be the next target of the throwing knife?At this moment, a marksman appeared. A marksman who looked mature and cool with a calm face. He had sharp eyes and could stare at a target without making a single mistake.He used to be a high-ranking special forces soldier, but now he calls Zachary his "boss"."Boss, should we let him walk or carry him?""I said we're going to help them from A to Z, how can we let him stand up like he's dying? We'll carry him, and serve him like a special patient."Hearing the words "special patient" come out of Zachary's mouth, Tyler was scared to death! He had never encountered such a pervert before.After stopping the car at a secluded area full of moss and trees, Zachary led them into a small house on the street. However, inside was a large room equipped with medical facilities and professional doctors and nurses ready to receive them.Tyler's henchmen carefully brought him into the
"If I offend again, if I continue to mess with you, you can kill me!" Tyler begged. He didn't dare to mess with Zachary anymore, and the scene in Zachary's private operating room was enough to give Tyler chills! If there was a next time, Zachary could kill someone here and no one would find out."Kill?" Zachary continued:"Is that easy?"Tyler had nothing else to say! He was also a wealthy man, and his life was not to be easily despised."Okay, if there's another time, just one more time you bother me or Quilly, I'll make you wish you were dead..."Tyler nodded a thousand times: "Okay, I got it."Tyler was escorted out by the black-clad bodyguard.Next time? Definitely not, he didn't have any more thoughts about Zachary.After dealing with Tyler, Zachary didn't forget to call Quilly to inform her:"Hey, I've taken care of Tyler. If he bothers you again, let me know.""Sure. Thanks Zachary, but...how did you take care of him?""I was taken by him, but then everything was fine.""What!?
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
Zachary's thoughts were unknown to Quilly, so she remained silent and endured the mockery from Chloe. "But why won't you come? So why are you here now?" Chloe pressed Zachary with her questions. But Zachary seemed to dodge the question and didn't want to answer: "I might have something to do next week." "Okay." Chloe waved her hand. She was still not satisfied because she couldn't mock Zachary as much as she wanted. But at least Chloe felt superior as the only VIP philanthropist here. She turned around and ordered the event staff like a commander: "We probably don't need to escort him anymore. You come with me, I want to put more rose bouquets at the entrance, it will be expensive!" They left Quilly and Zachary behind. Quilly was angry and questioned Zachary: "I don't understand! Zachary, do you think the organizers only need her, so you don't need to participate anymore? I understand you, it's okay." Zachary laughed and said: "Yes, I think the organizers only need her, so I
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's face hardened at Emma's words, but he remained calm. "I know my own work when I see it," he said firmly. "And I find it hard to believe that you could have painted this when I clearly remember the man who bought it from me. And it wasn't you."Zachary couldn't believe that after what Emma had done to him, she could continue to let him down. And now that he had exposed her deception.As he thought back to their conversation at the university gate, he realized that it had all been a complete sham. He had been taken in by her lies and her charm, thinking that she was a fellow artist who shared his passion for the craft. But now he knew that it had all been a facade."Let's not jump to conclusions here," the host said, trying to keep the peace. "Is there any way to prove that this painting belongs to one of you?"Emma smirked, confident in her own abilities. "I have no problem proving that this is my painting," she said. "I can show you my drafts an
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
After his flight, Zachary arrived at the hotel and decided to cycle to the location of the yacht. While he was biking along the road, a group of young people in a car drove past him. As the car passed by, one of the young people yelled out, "Hey there, enjoying your little bike ride, poor boy?" Another person in the car added, "What are you doing on that old bike? Did you lose your driver's license or something?" Zachary smiled and replied, "No, just trying to enjoy the scenery a bit more." But the insults continued, "Look at him pretending to be eco-friendly. Like he couldn't afford a car." The group of young people burst into laughter as they drove away, leaving Zachary to continue his journey. Despite their rude comments, Zachary remained calm and kept his focus on reaching his destination. As Zachary boarded the yacht, he pulled out his invitation card and showed it to the security guard. Once inside, he noticed that mo