Chapter 879


    Chapter 879


    As Soren peered at the documents spread before him, his face drained of color, and the fire in his


    lungs for a good curse seemed to fizzle out.


    “Don’t worry, we’re family here,” Isaac said, his voice smooth as whiskey but with an edge sharp as a


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    knife de. “You can sell your shares to me or keep them. Either way, I won’t shortchange you when it


    It was a velvet glove cloaking an iron fist as Isaac suggested, “Soren, you’re getting on in years. It’s


    time you stepped back, spent your days ying with the grandchildren and enjoying your golden


    years.”


    Dazed, Soren drifted away from the confrontation.


    Isaac, methodical as a chess master, neutralized the peripheral family members and ced his own


    pawns in power.


    Marcel, upon learning his months of hard graft had evaporated into thin air, was so furious it was a


    miracle he didn’t have a stroke on the spot.


    And to add insult to injury, Leda had been whisked away by the cops, her fate unknown.


    Manuel, seething at being cuckolded by Leda, refused to lift a finger to help.


    Marcel’s influence waned, his voice barely a whisper in family matters.


    When Ze sought out the Andersons, echoing Marcel’s plea, they tly refused to get involved. They


    even advised her to divorce Marcel.


    Divorce? Ze wouldn’t hear of it. She had a zing row with the Andersons and cut all ties with them.


    Marcel still resided at Salter Manor, his mind spinning, yet failing to secure Leda’s release. Watching


    Marcel’s spirit wither, Ze’s heart softened.


    After much contemtion, she bought fruits and some health supplements and went to the hospital.


    Upon seeing Ze, Brittany nodded with à detached air that hinted at expectation. “Are you here to


    plead for Leda’s case?” she asked, her voice light as a feather yet heavy with implication.


    Ze was struck mute.


    She knew Leda was implicated in the situation, and Brittany, the victim, was unlikely to offer clemency.


    Setting down her peace offerings, Ze had a sudden change of heart. “I just wanted to see how you


    were,” she said instead.


    Brittany saw through the facade. “Regardless, won’t be the one to free Leda.”


    Realizing her mistake and faced with Brittany’s frailty, Ze found herself at a loss for words.


    She stayed in the hospital, keeping Brittanypany all afternoon until sleep imed her once again.


    Then, Ze rose to leave.


    Stepping out of the ward, she felt adrift.


    With Leda still in police custody, the Andersons unhelpful, and Marcel powerless, Ze found herself


    wandering the streets aimlessly, eventually stumbling into a secluded alley. Lost within it’sbyrinth,


    she circled until the realization of being lost dawned on her. As dusk turned to twilight, she phoned


    Marcel, admitting she was lost.


    The call ended abruptly with a sharp click.


    Ze knew Marcel was in a foul mood. Desiring to figure a way out on her own, she found herself


    growing increasingly lightheaded with each step, until ultimately, her energy drained, forcing her to lean


    against the wall for support.


    The moon crested the rooftops, casting a misty glow, enveloping the alley in a chilling, intangible


    embrace.


    Ze feared the dark.


    The alley, devoid of light, sent tremors through her body.


    Then, the faint echo of footsteps stirred the silence.


    Instinctively, her fists clenched.


    Under the moonlight, shadows stretched long and ominous, and Ze’s lips turned pale with fright.


    On the brink of panic, the sound of


    “Ze.”


    It was Marcel. heels rolling over cobblestones filled the air.


    Ze rushed toward the sound, and upon seeing him, she wrapped her arms around Marcel in a


    desperate embrace, her whole body trembling.


    “Marcel, I love you so much!” she eximed. “Thank goodness you’re here.


    Marcel tensed slightly. He wasn’t fond of intimate contact, but for some reason, he always made an


    exception for Ze. He hadn’t been concerned about Ze’s misadventure, yet here he was, drawn


    inexplicably to her presence.


    He gently pushed Ze away, his expression cold. “Ze, cut the clingy act.”


    But Ze was beyond caring about his icy demeanor; she nted a fervent kiss on him, pressing


    herself against him.


    “Marcel, I’ll never leave you,” she whispered.


    Marcel was typically reserved, even in moments of passion.


    He let Ze kiss him, looking into her eyes, which sparkled with a fierce luminosity under the moonlight.


    More dazzling than a sky full of stars.