Chapter 62
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sickened by his words, Sarah’s face went pale, her eyes blazing. “I’m warning you! Touch me and you’ll regret it!”
“Stop fighting! We’re alone in this garden, and I locked the door. Where do you think you’ll go?” He yanked her arm, trying to
pull her close, his aged, greasy face flushed with excitement as he reached for her shoulder.
Sarah kicked him hard, earning a howl of pain as he doubled over clutching himself. “You’ll pay for this!”
But he maintained his iron grip on her wrist, struggling to stand despite the pain.
Sarah fought desperately, her delicate wrist reddening in his vice–like grip.
Desperate, she grabbed her dress hem, ready to tear it. To hell with appearances.
The man recovered, raising his hand to slap her, but his arm suddenly stopped mid–air.
“Who dares interrupt-” His words died in his throat when he saw who it was.
Seeing Zachary, Sarah’s eyes welled up, her throat tightening.
“Let her go!” The icy command made the man release Sarah’s wrist instantly.
Sarah hid her face, concealing her distress as she moved behind Zachary. “Call the police,” she said, fighting to keep her voice
steady.
Zachary’s eyes flashed with pain at her reddened wrist. “Of course.”
The man turned pale, stammering, “Mr. Reynolds, let me explain! I saw her in the garden–she came onto me!”
Zachary looked only at Sarah as she spoke: “A waiter said you wanted to see me and brought me here. But you weren’t here. Then
this man blocked my exit, demanding I go with him.”
“She’s lying!” The man panicked. “She has a history–she cheated on her husband! We’re business partners, sir–you can’t trust
her!”
Zachary draped his jacket over Sarah’s shoulders before turning to punch the man.
The man collapsed. “Mr. Reynolds, please believe me!”
Zachary approached him slowly, each footstep echoing ominously. The man blanched in terror.
“Mr. Reynolds, stop! What are you doing?”
“From today, you’ll have no place in this city,” Zachary stated coldly.
“Ah!” The man screamed as Zachary’s shoe crushed down on his leg, the crack of breaking bone masked by his howls.
He stared at his leg in disbelief, overwhelmed by pain.
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“Please! I was wrong! Forgive me! It won’t happen again!”
Security guards rushed in and dragged him away.
Zachary returned to Sarah, his menacing aura gone. “I’m sorry. This was my fault.”
Sarah’s face remained pale, her bruised wrist darkening. “Someone planned this,” she said gravely.
