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.

desperately trying to free himself. He said in a strong voice, “Let me go! I’ve done nothing

of here, I’m going to sue

“Go ahead and

Known for his dramatic climb from a foster child to the

joke, Mr. Jardin,” Patrick stuttered in haste. “I

on that camera–nothing of you,

from the bodyguard. He sat with an ease that belied the intimidating air

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no big deal. However, once he actually met Zach, Patrick regretted ever messing with him. “You’ve looked

quickly went through the photos on the camera, showing no emotion. For a brief

a

edge, “Break

grave nod, “Yes, sir.”

as he stammered, “W-Wait, please. This is a mistake. The cops

their way!”

Patrick a stern look, “Start talking now,

trouble. Three, two…”

could reach ‘one,’ panic overtook Patrick. “Okay, okay! It’s

overtaking him.

up. Quickly, Patrick’s gaze shifted to 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

a hard gaze,

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