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
Zachary was taken aback by the manager's question, "What did you say?" The manager noticed that Zachary's leg was slightly stiff and asked, "Do you have a disability certificate?” "No, I don't have one," Zachary replied, feeling confused. He considered himself a normal person and didn't understand why the manager was asking about a disability certificate. The manager nodded and continued, "I see. It can be difficult for people with disabilities who don't have a certificate to find jobs. By the way, what's your relationship with Secretary Rowe?" Zachary was puzzled by the question and wondered who Rowe was. He began to feel suspicious that he may have entered the wrong company or made some other mistake. The manager continued speaking, "Our company is a large corporation, and many people aspire to work here. It can be more challenging to land a job here compared to a government job." The manager looked at Zachary with a critical expression, as he disapproved of hiring someone based
Zachary found himself with a lot of free time lately, just like his superior. To fill the time, he took up playing games. His favorite was a game called "Watermelon Slicing," which he had become quite skilled at. One day, as he was engrossed in the game, a woman interrupted him by handing him a bill for an item she wanted to pick up. "Excuse me," the woman said. "I was told I could pick up an office chair here. Can you help me find it?" Zachary paused the game and looked up at the bill. "Go down the hall and turn right. You'll see the furniture and household items area. You should be able to find it there." The woman nodded and left. Zachary went back to his game, slicing virtual watermelons with his sword. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of high heels approaching. He paused the game again and turned around to see the woman standing behind him. "Did you find it?" he asked. "Yes," the woman said. Zachary was confused. He hadn't seen any chairs beside her. "Where is it?"
"Go ahead, push the chair." Manager Gonzalez said abruptly. "Huh?" Zachary asked, confused. "General Manager Graham has decided that the chair is no longer needed and has allowed you to use it. Push it to the restroom and make use of it," Manager Gonzalez said before storming off, still angry about the situation. When Brennen Potts, the head of the Hygiene Department, heard the HR assistant refer to Zachary as a janitor, he studied him closely. Zachary noticed Brennen looking at him and asked, "Is something wrong, sir?" Brennen didn't think Zachary looked like a janitor. He is young, dressed in high-quality clothing, and his emerald ring appears genuine. "I don't think you look like a cleaner." Zachary replied, "Manager Gonzalez looks at me like a janitor." The HR assistant interjected, "Brennen, Zachary took a chair imported from Italy for the general manager, costing tens of thousands of dollars. He didn't even ask for permission to use it. Manager Gonzalez couldn't fire him b