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
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 finally reaches the shore, exhausted and soaking wet from his swim. He struggles to pull himself up the beach, but just as he finally makes it to his feet, he suddenly feels a sharp pain on the back of his head. Everything goes black, and Zachary falls unconscious. When he comes to, Zachary realizes that he's been tied up and is lying in a dark room. He tries to look around but realizes that he's been blindfolded. He struggles against his restraints, trying to get his bearings, but it's difficult without being able to see. Suddenly, the figure returns to the room, holding a flashlight. "Hey, Zach. Trying to escape, huh?" the figure says with a sneer. Before Zachary can respond, he feels a sudden push to the back of his head. Pain shoots through his skull, and he falls back to the ground. Zachary lies there, his head throbbing and his body restrained. He can hear the man moving around, but he can't see anything through the blindfold. He's completely at the mercy of his capt
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