Charlotte watched James's reaction with barely concealed anger."You're the shameless one! We came here to make peace. Isn't money what you want? Weren't the millions and the villa enough? Name your price to let Lucy go!" Mrs. Chancer glared at Sarah."That settlement was what James owed me. And no, I won't make a deal.""You think your refusal matters?" Mrs. Chancer stepped forward, sneering. "Don't think the Reynolds will protect you forever. Someone like Zachary could never love you. He's just playing around - don't flatter yourself. He hasn't even gone public about you.""What exactly are you saying to my girlfriend?" A cold voice cut through the room.Zachary walked in with breakfast, set it down, and moved to Sarah's side. He looked at Mrs. Chancer with contempt. "The Chancers seem overconfident lately. How's that Vista International deal going?"James flinched. Vista was a Fortune 500 company expanding into their market. They'd initially partnered with Reynolds Enterprises
James caught Zachary's expression and fell silent, Charlotte’s words bringing him back to reality.In his anger, he'd almost forgotten who he was dealing with."Sarah, I can make Lucy apologize and compensate you. Name your price - I'll try to meet it."Sarah looked at James coldly, her voice icy. "No need. Please leave."James's face fell. Charlotte and Mrs. Chancer paled - they hadn't expected such firm resistance."Fine, have it your way. Don't come crying to us later." Mrs. Chancer shot Sarah a venomous look.Outside the hospital, James brooded over his humiliation. "We knew she wouldn't agree to a deal. Why did we even come?"The visit had been his mother's idea. She glared at him. "Are you blaming me? I'm just trying to help! I thought since she used to love you so much, a few kind words might work. Who knew she'd land such a powerful man? She already looked down on us - now we're nothing to her."Mrs. Chancer kept muttering as they walked. "What luck, snagging the Reynol
James finally looked at Charlotte. She’s right, what was wrong with him?Why was he so obsessed? He loved Charlotte - the woman he'd always wanted was right beside him. What else could he want?He pulled Charlotte into his arms, breathing in her light jasmine perfume.Suddenly, a memory flashed: Sarah walking into their room, quietly bringing him tea, her hair still damp from the shower, water droplets on her nightgown making her look irresistible.He saw himself coldly taking the tea, ignoring her.Sarah playfully leaning her head on his shoulder, deliberately letting him smell her hair. "Do you like my new shampoo?" she'd asked excitedly.He'd pushed her away emotionlessly. "Don't bother me. Learn your place," before heading to his study."I'm sorry," James blurted out.Charlotte startled, thinking he was apologizing to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tearful. "James, I don't blame you. I love you so much. Please don't let me down."James snapped back to reality
She was just a university counselor who'd moved on after her divorce.Suddenly, she laughed at herself. When had she become so insecure? She used to be confident and vibrant like Mia, but now...Zachary sat down, putting the apple back in her hand, looking directly into her eyes. "This isn't a game. I'm serious. I thought you could feel that."His gaze burned with intensity. "Sarah, tell me, what kind of person do you think you are?"Sarah stumbled over her words. "I...""What kind of person?" Zachary kept staring, as if trying to burn through her defenses."Like James's mother said - a divorced woman with a bad reputation." Sarah laughed bitterly.Zachary shook his head, his eyes turning cold. "Do you believe that?"Believe it?Why should she?James was the one with the bad reputation.Society was always harder on women. Divorced women faced more prejudice than men. When Mrs. Chancer said those things, she'd wanted to ask if she wasn't a woman herself."Of course not," Sar
"Ahem, Mia..." Sarah said awkwardly.The voice on the phone cut off abruptly. Seconds later, Sarah's phone rang."Sarah, are you feeling better? I was just joking earlier, don't take it seriously," Mia said timidly.Sarah laughed softly. "Much better. The fever's gone.""That's good, that's good. I'll hang up now."After her IV finished and she'd eaten her porridge, she took a nap. When she woke, she found Zachary dozing, his chin propped on his hand.He must be exhausted after bringing her here at dawn and watching over her so long.His sleeping face looked softer, less sharp. His eyelashes were long and thick. She reached out to touch them - so soft.She traced his nose, his cheeks, his lips that had kissed her several times.She'd wanted to do this since that night when he'd touched her lips.Suddenly his eyes opened. As she tried to pull back, he caught her hand. "Weren't you asleep?" she asked, breathing quickly."Light sleeper." He'd been awake since she opened her eye
In the study, the tense atmosphere made Zachary uncomfortable. William sat at his mahogany desk, working on his art, not even glancing up.After what felt like forever, he finished and set down his brush. "What's been keeping you so busy lately?""Just business matters.”"Business? Seems more like romance. I don't oppose relationships, but you should know about this woman's history." William looked concerned.Zachary smiled wryly. "Grandfather, I know Sarah better than anyone. Don't listen to gossip."William chuckled. "How would you know?"Zachary shrugged. "If nobody had complained to you, why this sudden summons?""Indeed, someone sent me some troubling emails."Zachary remained silent. William probably didn't believe the rumors. He was likely just testing him."Your personal life is your business. Make your own choices. You can go." William waved him away.After the academic scandal, Sarah signed with the Psychology Journal, publishing her research.This caused quite a s
James took a deep breath. "Yes, they took her daughter.""What now?""Head back first."James was at his wit's end. At home, his mother would question him endlessly, and even if he stayed away, her calls were constant.Worse still, he'd discovered the Reynolds were making moves, even targeting Chancer company stocks.Everything seemed inevitable. He put down his phone.At the university counseling center, Professor Wells brought flowers, and Dean Larson offered congratulations. Sarah's paper in the Psychology Journal was a milestone for the university.As she carried the flowers out the main gate, Scarlett and Steven joined her."Sarah, let's go to the resort!" Scarlett waved some tickets excitedly.Sarah knew the place - Scarlett had mentioned it at least five times before. The resort was less than a year old but already popular with VIPs and international guests.Sarah glanced at Zachary, knowing he must have arranged the tickets.Seeing her hesitate, Mia pulled her toward
But Sarah leaned against him, poking his face with her finger. "Hey? You're Mr. Reynolds! Why do you have two noses?"She tried to focus on his nose but couldn't control her vision, growing dizzier. She collapsed against him. "Zachary likes me.""What did you say?" he asked softly, his eyes full of tenderness as he steadied her.No matter what he asked, Sarah just giggled.He'd been drinking too, but wasn't as drunk as Sarah. Still clear-headed, he arranged for staff to take the other three to their rooms. He wanted to get Sarah to bed too - it was past one AM and getting cold.He helped her to her room and tucked her in. As he turned to leave, she grabbed his hand tightly."Don't go, don't go..."Zachary's heart ached. He sat on the bed's edge. "Okay, I'll stay.""Zachary, Zachary, Zach..." she mumbled, tossing restlessly. He adjusted her covers. "I'm here. What is it?""Like..." Sarah murmured.Zachary leaned closer. "What did you say?"He heard her whisper his name repeat
As they walked, Mr. Lambert briefed her about the factory. "Miss Sanders, the place has changed considerably over the years. Headquarters sent inspectors a few years ago, but no one has visited in the last three years. They haven't forgotten about us, have they?"Sarah smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Mr. Lambert. Sanders Group would never abandon any employee or facility. I'm here specifically to resolve these issues."Mr. Lambert nodded, though Sarah noticed his expression growing increasingly troubled as they approached the factory. Just before entering, he warned her, "The situation inside isn't good. I've worked here for decades and have some authority, but lately there've been all sorts of problems. Some workers are on strike, and even the manager is at his wit's end."Once inside, Sarah finally understood what Mr. Lambert meant.The factory manager greeted them with a group of workers holding protest signs. "You must be from headquarters. I hear you're Mr. Sanders' sister.
In early October, West Ridge had been experiencing harsh weather, though the locals were accustomed to it.A black sedan stopped at the village entrance where a middle-aged man with pleasant features was waiting.A stylishly dressed woman stepped out carrying her suitcase. After exchanging a few words with her driver, the car drove away.The man took her suitcase. "Miss Sanders? I'm your cousin's friend. You can call me Mr. Lambert.”"Thank you, Mr. Lambert.”He led her to a house. "You'll stay here for now. The villagers don't have many modern amenities or reliable internet. It's quite basic.""Thank you, Mr. Lambert.”Inside the courtyard, Sarah saw a man, a woman, and an elderly couple staring at her."This is our visitor from the city," Mr. Lambert explained to the Wesler family. "She'll be staying in your guest quarters for a few days."The Wesler family nodded as if used to such arrangements. The elderly couple silently went to prepare food.After putting her suitcase i
The nurse finished changing Sarah's medication and said warmly, "If today's tests look good, you can be discharged tomorrow.""Great, thank you."Alone in the private hospital room, the emptiness only amplified her feelings of isolation.With no one around, she repeatedly watched news footage of Zachary leaving the Wilson mansion, analyzing his expression five times over, trying to determine if his feelings were genuine or forced.She couldn't tell. At noon, Melvin arrived with lunch.Sarah noticed his furrowed brow. "What's wrong? Something's bothering you."Melvin forced a smile. "It's nothing. How are you feeling today?""The nurse says I can leave tomorrow." Sarah's voice was unnaturally flat. "If something's happened, don't keep it from me."Thinking of recent events, Melvin seemed to deflate. "Are you really okay, Sarah?""I'm fine, truly. Now please tell me what's going on."Under her persistent gaze, Melvin finally explained."There's trouble at the factory in West R
"Mia, have you forgotten? We've known each other longer than you've known Sarah, haven't we? We used to chat together, shop together, laugh together. Why did you start disliking me after Sarah came along? It hurts me too."Mia froze, not knowing how to respond. It was true - she had cast Vivian as the obstacle between her brother and Sarah.In all fairness, Vivian had always been nice to her. "I... it's all my brother's fault!"She threw down her utensils and ran to her room.Vivian concealed the laughter in her eyes. She'd always known Mia was easily manipulated.At the Chancer residence.James returned home exhausted from work. His mother was playing cards with several women in the living room."James, you're back?" His mother didn't look up from her game.James took off his coat and went upstairs, his mother's conversation with the other women following him."Have you heard? That Zachary Reynolds is engaged to Miss Wilson. The engagement party is in a month. That Sanders gi
Sarah noticed something off in Melvin's expression.“Melvin, what's wrong?""Nothing," he said, looking uncomfortable.Sarah coughed lightly. "You're hiding something from me. What is it? Is it about Zachary?"Melvin avoided her eyes, quickly getting up from beside the bed.“Melvin! Tell me what happened!" Something major must have occurred during the day and night she'd been unconscious."Sasa, just focus on recovering. Finish your chicken soup and don't worry about anything else."Melvin didn't want Sarah to know, but she held out her hand. "Brother, give me the remote."He quickly hid it behind his back.Sarah lunged for it. Afraid of hurting her, Melvin didn't resist too forcefully, and she managed to grab the remote.She turned on the TV. The earlier news was gone. She flipped through channels until finally catching a glimpse of Zachary on a financial news station."Reports indicate Miss Wilson and Mr. Reynolds reached an engagement agreement two nights ago. According t
Mia could see he was exhausted. “Zach, please cancel the engagement. If this was going to be the outcome, you should never have told me you loved Sarah in the first place."The matter was settled. Zachary looked at Mia helplessly.Mr. Wilson and their grandfather had already agreed. Canceling wasn't as simple as just saying so - it involved both the Wilson and Reynolds families."I can't," he sighed.Mia seemed to deflate, slamming the door again. "I don't need you looking after me!"When Sarah woke, her entire body ached. She'd slept for a full day and night, finally waking early the next morning.She wearily looked at the metal clock on her bedside table, ticking away with its hands pointing to five o'clock.Rubbing her throbbing forehead, she felt the IV needle taped to her left hand. Following the tube upward, she saw a glucose drip.Her throat felt itchy. She coughed lightly, which made her lungs hurt.She recalled the events of the past two days - the kidnapping, hours i
"How is she?" Zachary asked.Mia glared at him. "I thought you didn't care about Sarah at all. Surprising you'd even ask."Zachary frowned slightly. "Mia, tell me."Mia gave a mocking laugh. "If you really wanted to know how Sarah is, why don't you ask her yourself? One minute you're with Vivian, ignoring whether Sarah lives or dies, the next you're asking about her well-being. I can't tell anymore if you love her or not."She stomped her foot angrily. "You're nothing but a liar!" She slammed the door.Zachary stared at the tightly closed door with a bitter smile. He understood why Mia was angry - wasn't he himself resentful of his own choice?But things had gone too far now. He had no right to express regret, especially not to Sarah.Every moment in his study, he wanted to call Melvin to ask about Sarah, but his finger hovered over the dial button without the courage to press it.After all he'd said to Melvin before, calling or not calling were equally painful ironies.Thankf
"Sarah is at Adams entrance. Hurry."Melvin crushed the paper, his eyes cold as steel. "Find that car that stopped at Adams. Tear the city apart if you have to."Why would they release her before getting the ransom? No time to think - he rushed to Adams University.The campus was dark at eleven PM. The streets were empty, with not a soul at the school entrance - except for a figure lying on the ground opposite the gate.Sarah lay on the cold ground, her breathing shallow. Hours of rain had soaked her completely, as if she'd been pulled from water.A car screeched to a halt. Melvin jumped out and saw Sarah on the ground as rain continued to fall.He approached her fearfully, crouching down to check for breath against his fingertip. He felt the faintest sign of life.He exhaled with relief. "Open the door!"Melvin lifted Sarah and placed her in the backseat. The driver quickly shut the door."To the hospital!" Melvin ordered.Sitting beside her, he noticed how cold and pale she
Smoke swirled, blurring Zachary's face as he took a drag from the blue-tipped cigarette. He exhaled before saying quietly, "It's true."As the smoke cleared, Mia stared at him in disbelief. "Zach! This can't be true! You said Sarah was the one you loved - how could you suddenly get engaged to Vivian? And we still haven't heard anything about Sarah. Didn't you promise to protect her, to make her my sister-in-law?"Tears slid down Mia's face as she continued chokingly, "So all those things you said before were lies! You're a coward, a jerk! I see it now - everything you said was fake!"Mia kept talking while Zachary listened silently.He gave a self-mocking smile. Mia was right - he was a coward. Too cowardly to gamble with Sarah's safety, unwilling to risk even the slightest danger to her."I am."Mia laughed bitterly. "Great! You'd even call yourself a coward to avoid saving Sarah. Are you still my brother?""I'm sorry," Zachary sighed."Don't apologize to me. Sarah's the one y