Three days later, Wendy stood outside the hotel suite door and knocked on it several times. “Zachary, are you in there?”

There was no reply.

Wendy frowned and then pulled out her phone to dial his number.

The phone rang for a long time before it eventually went to voicemail.

Since they returned from Uriah’s place that day, she had completely lost contact with Zachary.

He didn’t reply to her messages and never answered her calls. Now, he wouldn’t even open the door for her.

She had checked with the hotel receptionist and they had confirmed that Zachary hadn’t checked out.

She pounded on the door with her fist and yelled, “Zachary, open this door immediately! If you don’t, I’ll keep knocking until you do!”

Wendy continued to knock for a solid ten minutes before the door finally opened.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol immediately washed over her, making her gag involuntarily.

“What is that awful smell?” Wendy pinched her nose and grimaced.

She looked at Zachary then and noticed his sunken eyes, unshaven and greasy face, as well as the overpowering stench of smoke and alcohol clinging to him. It seemed like he hadn’t showered in days. Suppressing the need to gag, Wendy asked, “What happened to you?”

Zachary’s eyes were dull and lifeless. He asked, “What do you want?”

“I haven’t been able to contact you for days, so I got worried.” Wendy pushed the door open and walked inside the room.

The curtains were tightly shut, and the lights were turned off. Despite the daylight outside, the room was pitch black.

Wendy frowned as she reached to turn on the lights.

The spacious suite had empty alcohol bottles scattered all across the living room, and the ashtray on the table was overflowing with cigarette butts, with ash scattered everywhere.

Wendy turned on the ventilation system, then drew the curtains and opened the window to let in some fresh air.

“Zachary, are you going to continue being like this? What about Gomez Corporation? We still haven’t secured Somerton’s investments.

“Mr. Gomez has been running about

for the past few days, but not a

single company is willing to investin Gomez Corporation. I did some digging, and found out that it’s

because they’re being pressured by Tessa’s fiancé.”

Wendy looked toward Zachary and continued, “Do you know who her fiancé is? He’s Zachary Jacobson, the president of Jacobson

Corporation and the most influential person in Rivertown. His family is even more powerful than the Somerton family.

“I heard that his grandfather works for the government in Jordanville With just one word from Zachary, no company in Rivertown would dare invest in Gomez Corporation

However, Zachary was but a lifeless puppet, his face completely devoid of emotion. He didn’t even react

to Wendy’s words.

Seeing his lack of reaction, Wendy stormed off.

The room fell back into silence once again.

Zachary dragged his sluggish body back inside the room and shut the door behind him.

Having spent days in the dark, the sudden bright light was too much for him to handle. He felt his head spin, and he nearly lost his balance.

He staggered over to the window and stared blankly outside.

It was an extremely sunny day today.

After a while, he picked up his phone and saw that he had over ten missed calls and 99 messages. He simply ignored all of them.

Just then, he received a call from his friend, Zion Jenkins.

Zachary pondered before he suddenly thought of something and answered the call.

“Zachary, where have you been? I couldn’t reach you,” Zion asked in concern. “Did you see the message I sent you?”

Zachary said in a hoarse voice, “Are you still in Fairford?”

Zion was caught off guard by his question. He paused before replying, “Yes, I am. Why? I’ll only be back tomorrow.”

“I need you to help me get something”

“Sure. Just send me what you need.” Zion hesitated before asking, “What happened to your voice? Why does it sound so hoarse?”

Zachary said in a low voice, “She’s getting engaged.”

“Huh?” Zion was confused. “Who is?”