Chapter 810
He turned to his assistant, asking through gritted teeth, "Didn't | 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. | 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 auction ended. When a black car blocked his path outside, it seemed to be
exactly what he'd expected.
He gestured to his security detail behind him, then opened the rear door and got
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Mr. Wilson sat facing him with eyes closed. "Zachary, show mercy where mercy is due. How far are you planning
to take this?"
As he spoke, he unleashed his full presence, making the air inside the car feel suffocating.
Zachary sat with his hands folded on his lap, completely unaffected. Instead of answering, he countered, "Mr.
Wilson, perhaps you could first tellwhat you said to my grandfather the other day?"
Mr. Wilson's graying eyebrows twitched momentarily before relaxing, his expression heavy as
what happened to your grandfat
sighed. "I'm deeply saddened by
too, but you must understand-we're both old. No one can predict what tomorrow or the day after might bring."
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Zachary stared at him with a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. "What a coincidence that all the security
cameras in the villa went missing that day. | suppose that has nothing to do with you either?"
Mr. Wilson feigned anger, raising his voice considerably. "Don't talk nonsense! Are you suggesting | caused your
grandfather's sudden heart attack? You need evidence before making accusations."
Zachary laughed coldly. "If | had evidence, we wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation."
Mr. Wilson's chest heaved violently with rage. After a long moment to collect himself, unable to contain his
malice any longer, he spoke bluntly: "Zachary, don't think I'm too old to see through people. Isn't this all because
of that woman Sarah- you broke things off with my granddaughter? If you continue targeting Wilson Group
recklessly, you'll have to split your attention protecting your woman. Don't givean opening to strike." s
At the mention of Sarah, Zachary's murderous aura exploded, his face losing all
traces of amusement, cold as arctic frost.
Mr. Wilson thought he'd found
Zachary's weakness. However, what
Zachary said next.completely
shattered the
old mar
composure-his face went pale, his body went limp, and for the first time, genuine terror flickered across his
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After Zachary got out of the car, Mr. Wilson's vision went black. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood before
barely managing to collect himself, urgently telling his assistant in the driver's seat, "Quick-go home."
The assistant had heard every word of their conversation. Seeing Mr. Wilson's shocked state in the rearview
mirror, he was completely baffled.
Zachary had merely mentioned a place name-West Ridge-yet it had completely rattled the usually composed Mr.
Wilson. What secret could be hidden there?
The assistant was curious but didn't dare question his boss, burying his doubts deep inside.
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