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.

go! I’ve done nothing wrong. Just so you know, my friend has

here, I’m going to sue you

ahead and try calling them

from a foster child to the CEO of Jardin Corporation, his influence

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

that camera–nothing of you, I

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

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Zach was just a tough CEO who had muscled his way to the top, no big deal. However, once he actually met Zach,

the photos on the camera, showing no emotion.

with just a

edge, “Break his leg.”

bodyguard gave a grave

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

their way!”

tossed the camera aside and gave Patrick a stern look, “Start talking now, or you’re in

trouble. Three,

panic overtook Patrick. “Okay, okay! It’s on me,” he admitted, fear

overtaking him.

bodyguard allowed Patrick to stand 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

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