His Heart 73_The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO鈥榮 Obsession

Zac was thrown out by the bodyguards

 Dutside the estate, Monica and Wendy were andously waiting.

 Monica was on the verge of tears. “Zac, what do we do now? Did we just offend the Sullivan family? What about our investment deal?”

 Wendy was just as terrified. “The Sullivans are seriously powerful. What if

 fat if theye

 But Zac didn’t respond. He didn’t hear a word they said.

 e alter us?”

 He walked like a puppet with its strings out, lifeless and empty–eyed, as it his soul had left his body.

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 The party came to an end. Sean drove Charlotte back to her apartiment.

 As they stood outside, Charlotte hesitated. “About what happened today..”

 Sean stood in front of Charlotte, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was low,ced with unmistakable sorrow.

 “He said today if you’d told him who you really were, you two might already be married and living happily ever after. 11 admit, for a moment, I was scared. If you

 ****There is no IT.”

 Charlotte cut him off, lifting her gaze to meet his deep, steady eyes.

 “sean, don’t trouble yourself over things that never happened.”

 She paused, then added with rare seriousness, “And besides.. I never really wanted to marry Zac in the first ce.” 

 Sean’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

 Charlotte smiled and nodded. “Mm–hmm.”

 A breeze passed by, making her shiver, but her eyes sparkled brightly under the streetlight.

 “I didn’t think about marrying Zac back then…but now, I’m really looking forward to our engagement party.”

 Sean took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her gently into his arms,

 “So an L”

 Zac drove away alone into the night, vanishing without a trace.

 Wendy drove Munca back to the botel

 in the underground parking garage, just as they stepped out of the car, everything went ck. They were struck from behind, knocked out cold, and shoved into

 duffel bags.

 When they finally came to, t they were in a dimly lit, y private lounge

 Both women were forced face–down onto a ss table, held there by men in ck.

 Across from them, lounging on a leather couch with one leg crossed over the other, sat a tattooed man with a smug, dangerous grin.

 “I’m in a good mood tonight,” he saidzily. “How about sharing a few drinks with me?”

 Monica, who had always carried herself like a rich socialite, had never been treated like this in her life. She immediately started buding insults at the tattooed man without thinking.

 He just chuckled and nodded toward a man in ck nearby.

 The man walked over, grabbed Monica by the hair, and pped her twice Hard.

 The sound echoed through Monica’s fare was on fire.

 She clutched hercheeks, eyes wide with fear. “Who are you people? Why did you bring us here?!”

 The tattooed man dug a linger in his ear, looking bored.

 *Tak. You pure talk a lot for an old woman Mahler sound, and let that tongue night out

 As he spoke, he pulled out a Swiss any life and casually flipped the de open, ying with it in his hands.

 Mordra’s legs went weak with fear the mped her mouth shut and didn’t dare make another sound.

 Wendy was still being pinned to the table.

 The tattooed man picked up a ss of liquor and threw it in herface.

 “Finish every drop of booze on this table, and we let you go.”

 Monica shrieked “I can’t hold my liquor!”

 The man sneered. “Too bad.”

 He waved his hand, and the men in ck started forcing them to drink–ss after ss.

 No matter how much they struggled, it was useless.

 The entire table full of liquor was forced down their throats. By the end, both of their stomachs were swollen, their faces pale and drenched with alcohol.

 The tattooed man stood and walked over to Wendy. He pressed the cold de of the lite against her cheek, eyes narrowing.

 Remember this–next time, watch who you mess with.”

 Wendy trembled, Ups quivering, too scared to move. Her face had lost all color.

 *Do you understand?” he suddenly barked, making both women flinch violently,

 Their lives hanging by a thread, Monica and Wendy quickly nodded over and over.

 Yes yes, we understand!”

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 Three dayster, Wendy stood outside the door of the hotel suite, knocking a few times.

 “Zac? Are you in there?”

 There was no response.

 She frowned and pulled out her phone to call him. The line rang and cang until it disconnected on its own.

 Ever since that day at Steven’s estate, she hadn’t heard a single word from Zac. He didn’t reply to texts, didn’t answer calls, and even when she came to the hotell, he refused to open the done.

 The front desk confirmed he hadn’t checked out.

 Bang, bang, banc-

 She started pounding on the door.

 “Zac! Open the door! If you don’t open it today, I’ll keep knocking until you do!”

 Afterten minutes of relentless knocking, the door finally creaked ope

 A thick wave of cigarette smoke and alcohol hit her in the face, malding her gag.

 “Ugh, what is that smell?” Wendy pinched her nose in disgust. Her expression twisted with contempt.

 Then she got a look at Zac

 to him like second

 His eyes were sunken and ringed with shadows. Stubble covered hischin. His skin was oily, and the mix of smoke, alcohol, and wear clung to skin. He looked like he hadn’t showered in days.

 Holding back her nausea, Wendy asked, “What the hell happened to you?”

 Zac’s eyes were dull, liteless. His whole body slumped with defeat.

 “What do you want

 “I haven’t been able to reach you for days. I was worried,” she said as she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

 The curtains were drawn tight, and not a single light was on. Even though it was broad daylight, the suite waspletely dark

 Wendy frowned and flipped on the lights.

 Empty liquor bottles were scattered across the living room. The ashtray on the table was overflowing, with ashes spilled everywhere.

 on the exhaust fan then walked over to the window and yanked open the curtains to air the ce out.

 She turned on

 * Zac, ate you really nning to keep spleating, like this? What about Gibson Corporation? You couldn’t lock in the Sullivans‘ investment, and now your dad’s been naming around for days trying to find backers. But not a singlepany is willing to pur money into Gibson Coperation. Do you know why?

 Wendy gave him a sharp look.

 “It’s because of Charlotte’s fiancé. Do you even know who he is? He is Sean Jasper, the CEO of Jasper Corporation and the most powerful heir in Jersey City. His family background is even more powerful than the Sullivans“. They’ve got aligh–ranking elder in the capital. The moment Scan made a low calls, not a singlepany her dared to Jovest in Gbion Corporation.”

 But Zac stood there like a broken puppet,

 umb and empty. He didn’t tract to anything she said.

 Wendy ranted on for a while, and when she realized he wasn’t even listening, she stomped her foot in frustration and stomped out

 Silence settled once again.

 Zac dragged his numb, heavy body deeper into the coor

 He had been in the dark so long that when the sunlight poured in, it was blinding. His lead spam and his vision swam. He stumbled, barely able to stand He stood by the window, Maring nkly at the world outside.

 The sun was shining. It was right and warn

 Alter a long while, he finally reached for his phone

 Dozens of missed calls. Over 9g unread imessages. He hadn’t replied to a single un

 kigle then, another call came in—it was Eugene.

 Zac stared at the screen for a moment, then piesard “Answer.”

 “Zao? Where the bell have you been? Nope’s been able to teach you,” tugene’s voice came through, puzzled “Did you see the messages i set you?”

 e’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke,

 “Are you still in Frange?”

 Eugene paused, samprised by the question, “Yeah, Why?”

 “I need you to buy something for me.” 

 “Sure. Send it to me,” Eugene said, then hesitated, “What’s up with your voice? Why do you sound like that?”

 There was a long passe

 Then Zac said softly, “She’s getting engaged.”

 ?

 “What?” Eugene sounded confused. “Who is?”

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His Heart 73