Chapter 902

Rapid footsteps approached the door, followed by a sharp knock. “Mr. Jardin,” called a voice from

the other side.

Zach turned from peering at the door to Madelyn, noting her swollen red eyes and the tear tracks on her face. He softly brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I’ve got some things to take care of, but I’ll be back soon,” he assured her with a gentle tone.

Zach stood up, and Madelyn, looking mad, chucked a pillow at him. He did not even flinch. Picking up the pillow, he put it back behind her.

“I’ll never marry you!” Madelyn snapped, her eyes fiery.

Zach smoothed her hair gently, “Hey, just be good, okay?”

Zach exited the room and closed the door behind him. As he walked, he heard sounds echoing–a sign the hallway was not soundproof. Upon going one floor down, he asked his bodyguard, “What’s

the situation?”

Speaking softly, the bodyguard replied, “We caught a paparazzi snapping photos.”

The warmth in Zach’s eyes turned to ice, “Where is he?”

“He’s detained in the lobby, waiting for your instructions.”

A reporter was sprawled on the ground in the lobby, his pricey camera lying nearby.

in a strong voice, “Let me go! I’ve done nothing wrong. Just so you know, my friend has already called the

I’m going to sue

and try calling them

with a presence that turned heads, Zach caught the eye of the paparazzi. Known for his dramatic climb from a foster child to the CEO of Jardin Corporation, his influence was unmatched in Ventropolis. Now, face to

Patrick stuttered in haste. “I swear, there are only pictures

of you,

sat

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no big deal. However, once he actually met Zach, Patrick regretted ever messing with him. “You’ve looked through everything, Mr. Jardin. May I leave now?”

photos on the camera, showing no emotion.

hoped he might get away with just a warning. However, Zach’s command came quietly but

edge, “Break

bodyguard gave a grave nod, “Yes, sir.”

turned white as he stammered, “W-Wait, please. This is a mistake.

their way!”

a stern look, “Start

Three,

overtook Patrick. “Okay, okay!

overtaking him.

the door, and he made a break for it. He had not gotten far when an ashtray flew at him, striking him right behind the knee. The impact

death wish,” Zach snapped with a hard gaze, his impatience

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