Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1168: Failed

In Zoren's first life, everyone-every single person-who knew that name knew Zoren Pierson as the epitome of success. Anything he touched prospered, and he led the Pierson Corporation to heights they had never reached before. This made him a living legend in the business world.

A man with a golden touch.

As long as it was Zoren, investors would give their all in a heartbeat just to get a portion of it. But Zoren was anything but successful.

Zoren Pierson might have seemed to have it all: influence so powerful that even the mention of his name could change a person's point of view, power that could threaten even the vilest of people, and wealth beyond measure.

He was good at everything he did except one thing-the only thing he wanted to do: save the people he cared about.

When Zoren became involved in Penelope Bennet's case, he wasn't expecting much. However, he was confident that if it was him, she would live. She didn't. She died just before her case was approved for appeal. Even though he continued to prove her innocence, Old Mrs. Pierson - the only person who kept him human- eventually left his side as well.

Wealth, influence, power.

What was the purpose of any of them?

How could Zoren revive a dying company and push it into the Fortune 500, but not save an innocent person?

How could he afford anything this world could offer, except an extension of his grandmother's life?

And how come, despite his blinding success, he couldn't see the true meaning of it?

At the end of his first life, Zoren was an empty shell. Nothing to feel, nothing to see, nothing to hear. Everything in his eyes was gray. He didn't want to die; it was much more complicated than that. He didn't care whether he lived or died, but as he continued to live, he saw what else power could do.

influence, and power couldn't save a life... then

power in his hands? Or how many lives could it change? Most importantly, just how much more power

that point in his life, it was not sadness or anger that drove him every waking moment. Eventually, questions of purpose were disregarded and replaced by curiosity and

what was slowly

died with no purpose, so another life was

few years after the fire incident, Zoren was slowly seeing this as his saving grace. His father had been spending more time with him to make up for the absence of another parent. Old Mrs. Pierson would visit every once in a while, and everyone Enzo allowed into their home was someone

bore no ill intent, but only goodness. He wanted to be good like them, so, over time, he began to succumb to the ticking of the clock. He allowed himself to be a child. Though not

tried to live; he wanted to

had been. He wouldn't have to suffer the pain of emptiness, nor would he have to look back at his memories and wonder what was worth looking

wonder what was so great about life. But

he deserved. A mockery that life had in store

standing rigidly just outside the gates of their home. His eyes were wide and unblinking, staring at the man shouting his name as the latter ran toward

words were distant, echoing in slow

as his pulse quickened. But

Honk!

come closer. "No, stay... where

as the beam lights flashed in his peripheral vision. However, Zoren could only pray that his father wouldn't reach him in time. There was no time for Zoren to run

his father running to his rescue took away all of

head. "... Don't... take that away from

Honk!

lips, Zoren felt a strong push against his stomach. His breathing hitched as his pupils dilated, catching sight of the large burn scar on his

a subtle smile appeared on Enzo's face. Relief washed

out as he was propelled into the air.

a body thudding against