The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

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 they come

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

(come 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, laced 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 place.”

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 black. They were struck from behind, knocked out cold, and shoved into large duffel bags.

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

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

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 said lazily. “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 black nearby.

The man walked over, grabbed Monica by the hair, and slapped 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 blade open, playing with it in his hands.

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

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Wendy was still being pinned to the table.

The tattooed man picked up a glass 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 black started forcing them to drink–glass after glass.

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 blade 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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Chapter 73

Three days later, 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 was completely 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 place out.

She turned on

* Zac, ate you really planning 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 single company is willing to pur money into Gibson Coperation. Do you know why?

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