He turned to his assistant, asking through gritted teeth, "Didn't I tell you to handle this discreetly? How did Zachary still follow us here?"The assistant hadn't anticipated this turn of events either. Sweating profusely, he explained, "I—I don't know either. I arranged everything carefully. There's no way he could have found out!"Now it was too late for explanations. They couldn't possibly outbid him.Mr. Wilson raised his bid several times, only to be outbid by Zachary each time.His eyes grew dark with malice, the wrinkles on his face swelling slightly with rage.He stood up, leaning on his walking stick, and said quietly, "Let's go. We'll wait for him in the car."The assistant didn't understand, instinctively asking, "Wait for who?"Mr. Wilson glanced at the skyboxes around the venue, his tone growing eerily calm. "For someone who planned this all along."With that, he led the way out of the skybox, his assistant hurrying to follow.Zachary waited unhurriedly until the
Mr. Wilson glared hatefully at Zachary's retreating figure, trembling with rage yet powerless to act.He had no time to waste feuding with Zachary. Wilson Group's most important partnership of the year had already been stolen—he needed to find alternative solutions quickly.Just when he was at his wit's end, the marketing director proposed a new plan."Mr. Wilson, Mr. Landon is obsessed with antiques. If you could give him a gift that captures his interest, perhaps we could consider expanding overseas. That way, even if Reynolds Corporation tries to interfere, it won't be easy for them."It was a desperate measure—a last-ditch effort.Mr Landon was a titan in international investment companies, wielding enormous influence. If they could establish a connection with him, they could open doors to countless new partnerships through his network.However, while Mr Landon's industry influence ran deep, his temperament was equally notorious—he was notoriously difficult to deal with.Mr.
The doctor emerged first, exhaustion written across his face.The three rushed over, asking in unison, "How is he?"The doctor removed his mask, his expression grave. "Fortunately, you brought him in just in time. Any later and his life would have been in danger."Before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the doctor continued carefully, "However, the patient's condition remains critical. He's currently in a coma, and whether he'll wake up... it's hard to say."At these words, Zachary's spine went rigid. His fists clenched at his sides with audible tension, and red veins appeared in his eyes.Sarah noticed the shift in his demeanor. Worry creasing her features, she carefully reached out to hook her fingers around his hand in silent comfort.Zachary exhaled slowly, turning to look at her with a forced smile. "I'm fine."Since William could slip back into danger at any moment, he was transferred directly from surgery to the ICU for isolation monitoring.Seeing William through
He lay beside her still, playing with her hair as he murmured, "But I do love seeing you so... spirited."Feeling the heat radiating from his body, Vivian's muscles tensed. She bit down hard to suppress both her overwhelming disgust and the "get out" that threatened to escape her lips.The crescent moon climbed higher as drifting clouds occasionally obscured its bright glow.The servants, accustomed to Leon entering Vivian's room and staying the night, went about their duties without surprise or question.To pass the tedious evening, Sarah had indulged in a few glasses of fruit wine.Zachary, sitting close enough to catch the faint alcohol on her breath, spoke in a tone that brooked no argument. "I'm driving you home."Sarah glanced at him and calmly accepted his offer.A free ride was nothing to refuse—she wasn't stupid.The drive home passed in comfortable silence, neither speaking.Just as Zachary considered starting a conversation, a jarring ringtone shattered the quiet.
Zachary let out a clear laugh, and the intimidating aura around him softened considerably as he gazed at her with obvious affection.Little did he know that Vivian witnessed this scene, clenching her fists so hard she actually broke a nail, her expression seething with malice.Watching the two leave together, Vivian's heart burned with hatred.When most guests had departed, Vivian could no longer contain her jealousy and rage. She slipped away to her upstairs room.The door slammed shut.Muffled roars echoed from within, followed by the crash of objects hitting the floor and shattering.The servants who heard the commotion stood nervously outside, exchanging worried glances. None dared disturb their furious mistress.Just then, an uninvited guest strolled leisurely up the stairs.The man wore a black trench coat, his features rugged yet carrying an air of reckless abandon.The servants showed no surprise at his arrival, bowing respectfully with practiced familiarity. "Mr. Spen
"I forgive you," Sarah said with a cold smile.Everyone who heard this was stunned—no one had expected Sarah to respond like that.Zachary almost burst out laughing and quickly took a sip of wine.Vivian's eyes were practically shooting fire as she gripped the microphone tightly, not knowing what to say next.At that moment, Leon naturally took the microphone from her. "Miss Sanders."Vivian glanced at him sideways. What was he planning to do?James couldn't sit still, and Charlotte was getting nervous too.Looking through the crowd at Sarah, Leon’s eyes were full of smiles. "May I court you?"Thunder exploded in Zachary's mind. His face, which had been looking at Sarah with amusement, suddenly changed as he turned toward Leon.All he could think about was what Leon had just said: "May I court you?"His eyes reflected the coldest light, making people's hearts panic.Leon didn't think so. He didn't even look at Zachary's expression—his eyes only held Sarah's exquisite face. T