This was an anonymous multimedia message. He didn't know who sent the photo or what their intentions were.The image completely disrupted Zachary’s composure. He'd never been so unsettled by anything before. Though he maintained his outward calm, his mind was in chaos.He dialed the number. After two rings, someone picked up, speaking through laughter, "Hello? Sarah can't come to the phone right now, she's hugging my brother... Oh, sorry, I've said too much. Why don't you call back later?""Click..."After hanging up, Lucy's eyes crinkled with satisfaction. She deleted the call record and put the phone back exactly where it had been.The whole thing had happened silently, as if it never occurred.She looked over at the pair - Sarah and James were still opening the pastry box.The sweet aroma from the freshly baked goods wafted through the air, seeping into her skin. Sarah carefully lifted out the delicate pastries.After disposing of the wrapping, only the gentle sweetness rema
Sarah finally gave in and followed Mia out of the school gates with her bag.When she saw Zachary, she only gave a slight nod.Though they hadn't seen each other for just a few days, the awkwardness between them felt like years of distance. This time, she sat in the back with Mia."Sasa, I need to take Mia to the family house. Should I drop you off first?" Zachary's voice carried a hint of coldness."No! Zach, drop me off first, then take Sarah home." Mia jumped in before Sarah could respond.Zachary didn't argue, driving Mia to the family house first.In the car, neither of them spoke. The uncomfortable silence was unprecedented - just days ago, they couldn't have imagined this tension.Zachary opened his mouth several times but closed it again, swallowing the words he wanted to say.When they reached Sarah's apartment building, she got out with a simple, "Thanks."Watching her walk away, his heart ached.He called Steven, who answered quickly."Hey! What's the occasion? Le
Hearing this, Zachary visibly relaxed, putting his phone back in his pocket. "She probably thinks there's something between us and wanted to cause trouble.""She really has too much free time, can't stand seeing me close to anyone. Whenever I get close to someone, she assumes I have ulterior motives. Don't worry about it - she's got it wrong." Sarah lowered her eyes, her lashes fluttering.She kept walking, but Zachary suddenly moved closer, asking, "Is she wrong?"His warm breath brushed against her forehead, making her face flush red. "Yes, she's wrong!"She avoided looking at him and walked faster.Zachary watched her flustered retreat with amusement.He'd misunderstood that photo, letting emotions cloud his judgment.A simple analysis would have shown that Sarah would never get close to James - she despised him completely.He chuckled softly and caught up with her.The garden was full of mosquitoes, and Sarah was already covered in bites after just a short while."Let's h
Charlotte listened as they even suggested Sarah was whispering in Zachary’s ear at night.While mother and daughter were ranting, James came home from work."Brother, why didn't the Reynolds send us an invitation this time?"James's expression darkened. "How dare you even ask! After what you did to Mia, you still expect an invitation?"Lucy protested, "But we're the Chancers of the East Coast.""Enough! We're nothing compared to the Reynolds. You attacked his sister - we're lucky he hasn't taken direct action against us. Even without his word, several companies are terminating their partnerships with us. I barely managed to clean up your mess - don't cause any more trouble!" James snapped.Lucy fell silent, her face pale. She hadn't known about any of this.At Adams University, Sarah and Mia were leaving the counseling office.Walking side by side, Mia handed Sarah an elegant black invitation card with gold embossing. "Sarah, my brother's birthday is the day after tomorrow. I'd
"You're the stupid one! Your family is made up of idiots! Lucy, how dare you talk to me like that?"Lucy was stunned. She'd seen Mia acting like an idiot, hiding timidly behind Sarah last time."You, last time you were...""Last time what?" Sarah pushed open the door and stepped in front of Mia, blocking Lucy's view.Lucy stumbled back in shock, pointing at Mia. "This isn't right! She was clearly mentally ill before. I saw it! Or was it all an act?""Lucy, you never learn, do you? Mia's situation is none of your business. Next time, think about whether your family can afford the consequences before you act," Sarah said coldly.She'd thought the competition incident would have taught Lucy a lesson, but apparently being detained hadn't cleared her head.Zachary wasn't someone who turned the other cheek, and Mia wasn't just any student she could bully. Lucy had miscalculated again.Lucy wasn't used to being talked to this way. "Sarah, what are you so proud of? You only got close t
Ten dresses were laid out before Mia, who excitedly pulled Sarah around to look at them. "Sarah, which one do you like?""This one."Sarah pointed to a light pink dress, similar to a crinoline but shorter than the usual style.With Mia's slim waist and delicate features, this dress would suit her perfectly."Perfect, I'll take it. Please have it altered and delivered to my house," she told the manager."Of course, Miss Reynolds."Mia tugged at Sarah's arm. "Sarah, which one do you want to try?"Sarah scanned the collection. None of the ten dresses matched her style. The boutique's designs - all princess and young feminine styles - suited Mia but weren't her taste."Nothing here catches my eye. Let's try somewhere else."Mia nodded. "Okay."They left for another boutique that featured more minimalist designs without elaborate details.After browsing, Sarah walked toward one dress.Mia followed, pointing excitedly. "Sarah, this one! It's gorgeous!"Sarah nodded in agreement.
Zachary’s cold gaze barely flickered. “This has nothing to do with you.”“Mr. Reynolds, I’m only trying to help,” Lucy said, forcing a smile despite her displeasure.“No need,” he replied, his steps never faltering.Watching his retreating figure, Lucy stomped her foot in frustration. Still unwilling to give up, she caught up with him again. “Mr. Reynolds, your birthday is tomorrow. Can I have an invitation?” She batted her eyelashes, trying to appear innocent.Zachary didn’t even glance at her, continuing toward the psychology office without a word.Lucy froze, her gaze fixed on his back. She realized he wasn’t here for Mia; he was heading for Sarah. The humiliation stung—she had lowered herself to ask for an invitation, and Zachary hadn’t even given her the courtesy of a response.Her face darkened with fury. This was all Sarah’s fault. If not for her, none of this would be happening. Their family would still have their rightful place, with invitations to every important event.
“You look stunning today, Miss Sanders,” Steven complimented sincerely, his tone free of any ulterior motives, just pure admiration.“Thank you,” Sarah replied with a polite smile.“Miss Sanders, please get in,” Steven said, holding the car door open for her like a gentleman.As she walked over, she asked, “Were you sent to pick me up?”Steven waited for her to settle into the backseat before replying, “Yes, Zachary asked me to. He’s stuck talking with the old man and couldn’t make it himself.”Closing the door, Steven got into the driver’s seat.“Thank you,” Sarah said warmly.At the grand St. Ritz Hotel, the most prestigious banquet hall had been reserved for Zachary’s birthday celebration.The event was grander than any previous gatherings, including Lucy’s birthday party, which paled in comparison. Being Zachary’s birthday, the guest list consisted of high-profile individuals—some drawn by the Reynolds family’s reputation, others by Zachary himself.Unmarried and without a
Outside the Sanders factory, several trucks were parked at the entrance. Sarah followed Manager Sullivan and Mr. Lambert, watching the unloading process. "Manager Sullivan, all this new equipment has arrived today, right from the headquarters' stock, and it's too late to ship from Germany now," Sarah observed, her voice serious.Mr. Lambert smiled, "I didn't expect you to handle this so quickly, Miss Sanders. It's only been a few days since you went to headquarters to file a complaint, and you've already got the equipment here.""It's all for the good of the factory," Sarah replied, her face still stern. "So, Manager Sullivan, the factory can operate normally now, right? Getting the production line back up is inevitable."Manager Sullivan's expression wasn't much happier; he hadn't expected Sarah to pull this off so quickly. He forced a smile, "Of course."As the equipment was moved into the factory, Manager Sullivan returned to his office, wiping sweat from his brow with his handk
Sarah was puzzled. "An explosion at such a critical moment would make anyone suspicious, wouldn't it? It looks like someone's trying to cover something up."Zachary nodded, his face showing disdain. "You're not the only one who thought so. But Old Mr. Wilson presented the last batch of drugs from their factory, which were supposed to be delivered to hospitals. The tests came back clean, and they claimed the explosion was due to a mishandling of ingredients."Sarah raised an eyebrow. "And everyone just bought that?""Yes, everyone did.""So, you want to prove the explosion wasn't an accident and use that to bring down the Wilson family?" Sarah asked softly.Zachary's face paled; he shook his head slightly. "It's not just that. I want to do more, but..."Sarah shrugged, as if she was used to this kind of talk. "Let me guess, the timing isn't right yet?"Zachary looked at her sincerely. "Sarah, I'm really glad you came to help me with my wounds. When the time is right, I'll come to
Sarah didn't respond to Zachary's earlier words—she simply moved with even more care as she cleaned and bandaged his wound. Her eyes stayed fixed on the task at hand, but her expression was unreadable.Zachary, watching her in silence, gave a soft laugh. "You do care about me, Sasa. No matter what you say, you're not as heartless as you pretend to be."Sarah shook her head, her voice calm but cool. "You're overthinking it. We're both from East Coast—I just don't want to see you die. Besides, you're getting engaged to Miss Wilson in just over half a month. I’m clear of our positions. So please, don't say things like that again."Zachary's face changed instantly. He knew she was right—his engagement to Vivian was a chasm between them, one that he couldn't just leap across. Not while the truth remained buried.That engagement wasn't just a label. It was a shield. A smokescreen. A compromise he'd made to protect Sarah. But knowing she believed it, that it stood between them, only deepe
Charlie felt a chill run down his spine from that single glance. Considering her status, he dared not push any further. "That's all I have to say. The rest is up to you to figure out."He fled the scene, leaving Sarah alone in the room.After washing up, she lay on the bed and checked her emails. Her cousin had sent her updates on the construction progress at Pine Mist Island.Once she finished handling her affairs, Sarah tucked herself under the covers and closed her eyes, trying to sleep, but rest eluded her.Her mind was filled with what Charlie had said about Zachary being injured. He was hurt, and she had no idea how serious the wound was.If it was severe, he would need hospital treatment, which would certainly leave a record and expose his location.If he didn't want his whereabouts known, he would have to treat the injury himself at home.But that wound...Sarah couldn't calm her thoughts. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.Under the bright moonlight, a figu
After the doctor left, Charlie yanked out his IV and clambered off the bed, urging Zachary, "Let's get out of here. This place just drains you dry."Zachary, indifferent since his injuries were feigned, asked, "Your injuries alright?"Charlie, ever so casual about his resilience, boasted, "Ah, I've been roughed up worse before. Just give me a couple of days to rest at home, and I'll be as good as new."With unresolved matters and a longing to see Sarah, Zachary reluctantly set aside his desires. "Then you head back. Call me if you need anything."Charlie, sensing something off, gently tugged at Zachary's suit and noticed his white shirt stained with fresh blood. "Zach, you're hurt!"Zachary's lips were pale, his voice dry. "Yeah.""I'll get the doctor to bandage you up," Charlie said, moving to leave."No need," Zachary stopped him quickly, not wanting to expose his whereabouts by registering at the hospital."What about your wound?""I have a first aid kit at home. It's just
Zachary dragged the unconscious Charlie to the clinic, exacerbating Charlie's injuries as his back scraped against the small stones on the road.When Charlie woke up in the clinic, his howls filled the room. "It's killing me! Where's the doctor? Give me some anesthesia. I'd rather be out cold!"The nurse, irritated by his constant demands, was about to lose her patience when Zachary entered the room. Seeing him, Charlie momentarily forgot his pain and burst into tears. "Bro, did you save me? From now on, you're like a brother to me."Zachary responded indifferently, "Just focus on healing."As the nurse changed Charlie's bandages, she couldn't help but blush at Zachary's rugged, yet undeniably handsome appearance, even slightly disheveled from the fight."Damn it, get out! Are you doing this on purpose, you wretch? Trying to kill me?" Charlie slapped her, swelling her face, as he misunderstood her distracted clumsiness for malice.Zachary frowned, saying nothing. Although he disl
With an agile flip through the air, Zachary caught sight of Charlie sneaking a peek from behind a haystack, his sleazy demeanor perfectly deserving of a beating. The thought of what this scoundrel had done to Sarah intensified Zachary's fury, already heightened by the fierce combat.On the other side, the casino manager watched in rage as his men were effortlessly knocked down by Zachary. Cursing loudly, he shouted, "Damn it, what's the story with this kid?"Seeing some of his underlings still looking for an opportunity to strike, his anger boiled over. "Are you all brainless? Attack him all at once; I refuse to believe he can fight off everyone!"Those still standing and those who had managed to get back up exchanged glances and charged at Zachary with renewed ferocity.Zachary's sharp eyes flashed with disdain. Without moving, his fist met an attacker's face at an extraordinarily tricky angle.The attacker's pained expression froze mid-air, and when he hit the ground, dust flew
Charlie's voice cut off abruptly as he stared in horror behind Zachary, his body beginning to tremble. Before he could speak, the casino manager had already set up a blockade on the road and rushed over with his men, ambushing them from both sides."Charlie, you think you're pretty clever, conniving with outsiders to cheat me out of my money?" the casino manager sneered, twirling an iron rod menacingly.Charlie's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, stuttering, "Bro, what are you talking about? How could I dare cheat you? I don't have the guts.""Stop lying to me," the manager bellowed, pointing the iron rod toward a visibly unmoved Zachary. "This pretty boy, you've been colluding with him to cheat on my turf. Sick of living, are you?""No, it's all a misunderstanding! We were gambling fair and square, no cheating!" Charlie was terrified, fearing a brutal beating was imminent.The manager scoffed, "You think I'm blind?"Sweat poured down Charlie's forehead as he desperately l
”Come on… Come on…” Charlie leaned over the long table, his eyes crazed as he watched the dealer's movements. The dealer placed his hand over the dice cup, his voice stirring the gamblers, "Any more bets? The odds are thirty to one now." As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a scruffy beard shoved most of his chips forward. "Damn it, I'm all in. Worst comes to worst, I'll con some more out of my old lady's funeral fund." Others, eyes reddened, quickly followed suit.Charlie clenched his yellowed teeth, tempted to go all in too. He glanced at Zachary, who had remained calm throughout, and rubbed his hands together with a sycophantic smile. "Bro, should we make a big play too?"Zachary gave him a brief glance. "What's the rush." Charlie had no choice but to curb his eagerness."Here it goes!" The dealer shouted, and the outcome was revealed, triggering moans of despair around them."Did we win? Did we actually win?" Charlie rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his smile wideni