The Heir

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Zara, who was standing next to Wembley, brushed past him and with the speed of lightning, she found her way to Chase's side.

Grasping his hand, she gulped, trying to steady her heavy breathing but she couldn't. Digging her hand into her hair, she began to tug on it, trying to come up with the right words to say to him.

“Chase please, don't allow them to take me away.” She cried.

“Why? They are your family and since there's nothing binding you and Chase, you should return to them, don't you think?” Wembley shot at her.

He had been trying to keep his cool but with each passing second, his wrath was increasing to an unbearable level.

“You can do whatever you want, but I won't return to you.” Chase said, his gaze fixed on Katherine who had been glaring at him.

Smiling, she pushed her hair away from her face and now holding her purse, said, “I hope you don't come crawling on with knees because I will play this record to you.” She said, waving her phone in his face.

At once, Z