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

happy life. I'll admit, at that moment,

gaze and said earnestly, "Stephen, don't worry about things that didn't happen. Besides, I have never actually

eyes instantly lit up.

nodded with a smile.

eyes still sparkled brightly.

and draped it over her shoulders. He then pulled her into his embrace

...

alone. No one knew where he had gone off to. Meanwhile, Wendy drove Yanis back

out of the

the time they awoke, they found themselves in a dim and noisy private room, pressed against a glass-topped table. Opposite them sat a

"I'm in a good mood today. Why don't you both have a few drinks with me?" Yanis, who prided herself in

man chuckled and gestured at a nearby man who was dressed in black. The man in

face throbbing in pain. She clutched her stinging face and glared at the tattooed man. "Who are you? Why have you brought

must you be so noisy? Keep it up, and I'll cut your tongue out." With that,

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

over Wendy. "Finish all the alcohol on this table, and I'll

I can't

tattooed man sneered and gestured to his men

down as glasses of alcohol were poured down their throats. No matter how hard they struggled, it was no