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.

power couldn't save a life... then how

would suffer with such great power in his hands? Or how many lives could it change? Most importantly, just how much more power could

sadness or anger that drove him every waking moment. Eventually, questions of purpose were disregarded and replaced by curiosity and the need for entertainment to quell

was what was slowly

in a child's body once more, what else could one expect? He had died with no purpose, so another life was akin to torture. A punishment

make up for the absence of another parent. Old Mrs. Pierson would visit every once in a while, and

over time, he began to succumb to the ticking of the clock. He allowed himself to be a child. Though not like other children, he learned how to lean

he wanted to live life, not just

as they had been. He wouldn't have to suffer the pain of emptiness, nor would he

to wonder what was so great

no gift. It was punishment, just as he deserved. A mockery that life had in store

standing rigidly just outside the gates of their home. His eyes were

slow, and words were distant, echoing in slow

his speed as his pulse quickened.

Honk!

his father come closer. "No, stay... where

pray that his father wouldn't reach him in time. There

Moreover, seeing his father running to his rescue took away

lived..." he whispered, shaking his head. "... Don't... take

Honk!

soon as those words left his lips, Zoren felt a strong push against his stomach. His breathing hitched as his pupils dilated, catching sight

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

reached out as he was propelled into the air.

was a body