His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 66

Zachary was thrown out by the bodyguards, where Yanis and Wendy were anxiously waiting.

Yanis was on the verge of tears. She cried, "Zachary, what are we going to do now? Have we offended the Somerton family? What about the investment?"

Wendy was equally as anxious. "The Somerton family has such extensive influence. Do you think they'll take revenge on us?"

Though they chattered on, Zachary couldn't seem to hear a word they were saying.

He was like a lifeless doll, walking mechanically with a blank expression on his face.

After the banquet ended, Stephen drove Tessa back to her apartment.

Standing at the entrance downstairs, Tessa said hesitantly, "About what happened today..."

Stephen stood before her, gently tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear.

He said in a low voice that was tinged with sadness, "Zachary said that if you had told him your real

both of you might already be married and living a happy life. I'll admit, at that moment, I was genuinely worried. What if

him from saying further. She met his dark gaze and said earnestly, "Stephen, don't worry about things that didn't happen. Besides, I have never actually thought of

eyes instantly

nodded with a smile.

Nevertheless, her eyes still sparkled brightly. "In the past, I never thought about marrying Zachary. But now, I'm

pulled her into his embrace and gently said,

...

No one knew where he had gone off to. Meanwhile,

both of them got out of the car, they

noisy private room, pressed against a glass-topped table. Opposite them sat a man with tattoos that ran all over his body. He had his legs casually

mood today. Why don't you both have a few drinks with me?" Yanis, who prided herself in being an elite lady, had never experienced such humiliation. Outraged,

black. The man in black stepped forward, grabbed Yanis by the face, and gave her

her face throbbing in pain. She clutched her stinging face and glared at the tattooed man. "Who

old hag, why must you be so noisy? Keep it up, and I'll cut your tongue out." With that, he pulled out a pocket knife and began spinning it in his

at the sight, and she immediately kept her mouth shut. Meanwhile, Wendy was still pressed up against

picked up a glass of wine and splashed it all over Wendy. "Finish all the alcohol on this table, and I'll let you

I can't handle

and gestured to

of alcohol were poured down their throats. No matter how hard they