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 already called the

I’m going

defiantly, “Go ahead and

caught the eye of the paparazzi. Known for his dramatic climb from a foster child to the CEO of Jardin Corporation, his

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

on that camera–nothing of you, I promise.”

camera from the bodyguard. He sat

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his way to the top, no big deal. However, once he actually met

through the photos on the camera,

away with just a warning. However, Zach’s command came quietly but

edge, “Break his leg.”

bodyguard gave a grave nod,

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

their way!”

Patrick a stern look, “Start

Three, two…”

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

overtaking him.

the 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 him, striking him right behind the knee. The

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