NovelEnglishWincy Burton came over and slammed her hands on Zach's desk. She was really bold. "Zach Jardin, twenty-six years old, godson adopted by Hayson Jent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You sponsored a pretty student from a music academy, and she somehow died at a ski resort last year after an argument with you.
"Two months ago, you handed over Aima's development rights to my brother. You also made a deal with Regal Corporation for Alma's development, but it's only supposed to last three months. Oddly enough, my brother ended up in jail, and the day before you visited him, he died mysteriously in there." Kevin didn't look happy. "Miss Burton, please mind your words. This is a workplace. If you keep causing a scene, we can call the police.” Wincy grinned. "Sure, call them! Let the cops investigate my brother's case properly. He was perfectly fine, so why was he arrested and then suddenly died?" Zach put down his papers and told Kevin, "Please leave." Kevin nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Zach stood up and said, "You've done your homework. Go on." Wincy saw the file and raised her voice. "You investigated me? How dare you!" "I need to know who | am dealing with, right?" Zach took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. "Did you come here just to grill me about this?" "So you're admitting it. My brother's death is your doing?" Wincy's gaze pierced through her sunglasses as she kept pressing on.
She had been studying him since she walked in, realizing that Zach wasn't just dangerous but far from simple, despite his good looks.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA cloud of smoke surrounded him as he smoked, the smell drifting away in the breeze.
"I'm sorry about what happened to Randall. It's tragic. But considering our partnership with Regal Corporation, | can only suggest that continuing to investigate won't help you." "Zach Jardin," she said, "What do you mean? You're obviously a murderer, and you're trying to act innocent." "Before you start calling me a murderer, use your head. Where's the proof? Do you really think people will just believe your words? If you're genuinely suspicious about Randall's death, instead of hanging around here, why not focus on running Regal Corporation? What do you say, Miss Burton?" "Alright... | won't suspect you. Now, tell me, what were you doing when you went to see my brother before he died? Why did he die the next day?" Wincy took off her sunglasses, her voice frosty as she questioned him.
Zach replied, "No comment." Wincy smirked and casually walked over to his desk, taking a seat and crossing her legs. "Fine, if you won't talk, I'll just keep you company here today." Zach turned to her, his gaze holding a dangerous, icy intensity, a cold smirk forming on his face that sent chills down one's spine.
Wincy noticed a framed photo on his desk and was briefly surprised. The face in the picture bore a resemblance to hers.
She teased him, "Is this another one of your secret lovers?" Zach caught her eyeing the photo, moved closer, and covered it. "You're quite sharp, Miss Burton. It's better to wear sunglasses during the recovery period to keep dust out of your eyes and prevent infections. Otherwise... that lovely face might get harmed.” There was a subtle and nearly imperceptible shift in his expression.
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