The men sent by Zachary's grandfather stood in front of him, both of them experienced special forces soldiers, intelligence operatives, and undercover agents. Their capabilities in combat and subterfuge were unquestionable. As they sat down, their official presence made Zachary feel a sense of authority looming over him. With a slight smile, Zachary looked at the two men, feeling quite satisfied. However, in his mind, he couldn't help but complain: "Did my grandfather really have to give me such high-profile support for investigating Hezekiah Head? Now I feel a bit guilty." He then asked, "Did my grandfather provide any specific instructions?" Did dealing with Hezekiah Head require the involvement of such highly skilled professionals? Was it like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Or perhaps Hezekiah Head was more formidable than he initially assumed? Alternatively, did his grandfather want to provide an extra layer of protection for him? Their response was rather cryptic: "If you
At this point, it was evident that Yaritza was equally determined. The truth was that evading challenges on the battlefield often resulted in undesirable outcomes. Yaritza's voice echoed from her office, "Please come in." Zachary pushed the door open and noticed the bouquet of flowers he had sent resting on Yaritza's desk. Closing the door behind him, he approached her desk, holding a movie ticket in his hand. With a shy smile and a hint of nervousness, he stammered, "These flowers... I mean, this flower... I was planning to send it secretly!" Realizing that the flowers might not be to Yaritza's taste at the moment, he decided not to ask if it was a good idea. Yaritza looked up at Zachary and remarked, "Oh, so your secret delivery involves blocking my door with a lot of fanfare and making the whole company aware of it afterward." Zachary chuckled and admitted, "Well, that was a mistake! It was a mistake." Zachary blinked and looked at Yaritza, lost for words. Yaritza asked Zachar
Deon, Zachary's grandfather, spotted him and greeted him with a rare smile. "No more trouble this time, right?" he asked.Zachary replied, "I've been staying at my place, so how could anything happen?" He narrowed his eyes at Deon and added, "Your grandson is tough. If anyone dares to bully me, I'll fight back with full force."Deon glanced at Zachary and said, "So you're still getting into fights?"Zachary chuckled and said, "Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose; that's just how it goes." Quickly changing the subject, Zachary congratulated his uncle, parents, and cousin, Alani Dickson, on their recent achievements.Alani Dickson laughed lightly and commented, "It's been years, but you're still as smooth-talking as ever."Zachary pursed his lips and replied, "I call it charm, and charming folks get rewarded with candy." He winked at Deon and continued, "Right, Grandpa?" When Zachary was a child, his grandparents used to save candy specifically for him rather than for Alani Dickson an
Zachary pointed towards Alani Dickson's room and exclaimed, "There's a ghost—a woman dressed in white vintage clothes, looking 17 or 18 years old." He led the family into Alani Dickson's house to catch the ghost.Alani Dickson sat at the head of the bed, still covered with a quilt, rubbing her temples due to a headache. She glanced wearily at Zachary, who was standing there, and yawned, saying, "Little brother, can you please stop being so rowdy?"Zachary felt misunderstood and defended himself, saying, "I didn't make a fuss. There was a ghost standing here, wearing all white clothes..." His voice trailed off as he pointed towards the bed, where a hat rack held a large white robe that belonged to Alani Dickson. Zachary abruptly stopped talking, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Uh... never mind. I guess it was just a bad dream!"The whole family stared at Zachary in disbelief, unsure of how to respond. Deon sighed helplessly and turned back to the house. Being a light sleeper, he knew he w
Zachary fell silent. The sadness of the bottom rungs of society had existed since ancient times. It explained why so many people were desperate to climb to the top. He knew all of this, but now he understood it on a much deeper level. In less than half an hour, Alani arrived. Entering the door, he asked, "Did you get hurt?" "No, if I had, I would have gone to the hospital." Zachary had finally made peace with the fact that he couldn't blame his brother for not calling for help sooner. Instead, he had become the subject of mockery. Alani, who was six years older than Zachary, instinctively reached out to pat his head, asking, "Are you hurt?" Zachary pushed his jacket back, lifted the back collar, and said, "Look, there are bruises!" Alani playfully slapped Zachary on the back and said, "You, you're like a monkey. You can't get hurt!" He was relieved to see that Zachary was still alive and well. Zachary retorted, "Grandpa said you're the one who's more like a monkey." Alani walked
At the time of registration, Zachary, the business manager, quickly caught up with the two bodyguards. He noticed that the bodyguards kept staring at him, and there was tension in the air as one of the bodyguards remained vigilant, keeping an eye on the business manager. Zachary's curiosity was piqued, and he took a moment to look around and identify the wealthy individual they were protecting. Taking a seat, he pulled the curtain, placed a magazine over his face, and pretended to sleep. Suddenly, the plane crashed, and Zachary found himself trapped in a corner with one of the bodyguards holding him hostage. He had no choice but to wait for an opportunity to escape once they left. As he observed the situation, Zachary couldn't help but feel amazed. There were indeed many affluent people in the country now. Comparing himself to the two bodyguards, he couldn't help but feel inferior. He walked slowly, giving a stunned look to the bodyguard, before finally making his way out of the plane
If Hezekiah Head doesn't show up today and instead sends someone directly to stab Zachary and flee with the money, what would happen? If Zachary dies, what benefit would it be to make Hezekiah Head pay with his life? Zachary contemplated the situation and couldn't help but feel scared. Losing a disciple's life is the most frightening outcome. Zachary has taken good care of Yaritza, providing her with a sense of security. Today, he plans to send Hezekiah Head on a mission with determination and understanding. The thought of losing their lives is intimidating to both of them. Hezekiah Head is not willing to live, and he believes that anyone who dares to harm him should pay with their life.Zachary stood at the bar counter, trying to calm his nerves by pouring a glass of red wine into his stomach. Hezekiah Head's actions were shocking—he actually stabbed himself with a knife! Every time Hezekiah Head said something, Zachary would nod in agreement. Otherwise, he would turn the small knife
Zachary said, "We're engaged in a conflict here at the edge of the field, causing a disturbance." As a result, Hezekiah Head is currently injured, giving his family a reason to seek revenge against both Zachary and Yaritza. Hezekiah Head assaulted Yaritza, and now they are compensating for her injuries. The sisters don't need to go overboard in their response. Zachary spoke up, "Hezekiah Head is not a good person. I will let him go. In the future, he won't dare to come after you and cause any further trouble. You should rest now. Goodnight." Yaritza called out, "Zachary." "Yes?" Yaritza said, "Be careful. Drawing too much attention can easily invite trouble. The current situation outside is still between Hezekiah Head and me. You got involved because Hezekiah Head didn't harm you and you weren't deeply involved. It's best for you to stay in the shadows. That would be better for you. Thank you for always helping me." Hezekiah Head is currently using methods to harm both her and Zacha