Chapter 309 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Moreover, not only did the wine have a high alcohol content, but Zachary had spiked it to get him intoxicated quicker.

Soon, Peter’s gaze was unfocused and Zachary put his phone nearby on recorder mode while continuing to pour more wine for him.

Then, Zachary seemingly asked casually, “My mom claimed that she murdered Lulu Adams. Do you know anything about that?”

Peter gloated smugly. ‘Of course I do. I was the one who planned it all out!’

Although the conspiracy to murder Lulu was his, it was Zachary’s mother who pulled the trigger.

The cops would never trace it back to him since he covered his tracks well, too.

On the other hand, Zachary felt like he could crush the bottle in his hand as he listened, but he restrained his temper with every ounce of control he had.

“I see. What was the plan?” he asked, having done his best to hide the rage from his voice to stay as calm as possible.

‘We’ve looked into it, but Lulu Adams has no connections at all… Her mother is dead, while her father remarried and doesn’t care about her, so I told your mom that no one

would ever notice if someone like her disappeared… and we did just that.”

Though Peter’s gaze seemed to turn turbid, he was getting increasingly elated the more he spoke. I told her that no one would ever find a body if we fed Lulu to the fishes, and your mom really listened! After I bankrupted the company that Lulu’s friend owned, she asked to see your mom, not knowing that your mom had every intention to kill her. Once she showed up, your mom had the men who were lying in wait grab her, tie her up, put her in a gunny sack, and dump her in the sea.

Zachary was shaking with regret and regret, but mostly self-blame.

After all, he did not know certain matters until Peter mentioned it- including Lulu’s father remarrying and abandoning her.

How could he have not known?

“You were that eager to make her disappear, huh?” Zachary asked, no longer able to hide the dark, terrifying growl in his voice.

Peter waved him off as if not noticing what was weird with Zachary at all— the liquor had gotten to him and he was basically running rampant. ‘Oh, it’s all Ember… she kept saying that Lulu was an eyesore, and that her marriage with you would never be peaceful with her around. That’s why she talked me into this, so that I’d charm your mom into doing the deed. Well, it’s good that your mom was being so agreeable and agreed to it so easily…’

There was a chilling look on Zachary’s face and he rose to his feet, picking up his phone and turning off the recorder.

He glowered sinisterly at Peter for a long while, feeling an impulse to kill him right then and there.

But he restrained himself-after going through so much, he finally understood that being impulsive never worked.

Diarmuid was right-he must destroy everyone who stood in his way, or devour them if needed.

And now, he shall claim the Lindt family estate for himself.

He kept it together no matter how much spite was gnawing at him, and sent Peter home safely.

Before he headed home after that, Shirley Lindt must have called ahead of him-Ember was waiting when he reached home.

‘Why were you meeting my dad?” she demanded, glaring at him.

Zachary looked at her face, which looked so innocent and harmless.

He could not help feeling contempt for himself right then, that he ever thought of her as harmless.

She was as cunning as she was heinous-almost a reflection of how dark the human heart could be.

He hated how blind he had been, and for not seeing her true colors earlier.

Restraining the impulse to slap her, he loosened his collar and growled, ’ I’m tired. Ask him yourself.”

With that, he strode outside, while Ember stared after him.

She had the feeling that there was something different about him today, but could not quite put her finger on what it was.

Following him inside, she said, ‘I’ll never agree to a divorce, Zachary.”

Zacahry simply ignored her and headed in the bathroom for a shower, then quickly went to bed soon after.

Ember was naturally speechless, because she could not get a read on him.

Was he giving up?

As she gingerly got in bed, she murmured, “Zachary…”

‘I’m tired.” Zachary kept his back to her-he would not be able to stop himself from gutting her if he saw her now.

Even so, Ember continued to slide closer to him, and seeing that he was not pushing her away like before, she murmured again, “Zachary?”

She then heard his breathing turning rhythmic and she placed a hand on his hip.

To her delight, he did not move.

Wanting more, she pushed herself against Zachary’s back.

The next morning, Ember woke up to find Zachary standing in front of the window.

He usually would never stay in the same room with her, and he rarely came home just to avoid her.

Ember could not get a read on Zachary at all right then.

Did her father manage to persuade him? Did he have a change of heart?

Ember got out of bed, walking up to him and wanting to wrap her arms around him… when he suddenly turned around and put his phone in his pocket after sending a text.

‘Time for breakfast,” he said, and strode out of the room.

Ember quickly got changed, washed up, and headed downstairs to find that Zachary was still there.

She joined him at the dining table, asking gingerly, “Are you going to be busy today?”

They did not have anything in common, so she had to speak whatever came to mind.

“Yeah…”

Zachary replied, looking up at her as he added pointedly, “I’m going to be busy.”

“But could you try to come home earlier?” Ember asked, not letting up so soon.

“Yeah,” Zachary replied.

Bzzt-

Zachary’s phone, which he placed on the table, buzzed.

A voice asked urgently, “What happened last night, Zachary?”

Were you sent a recording?” Zachary asked.

“It was you?!” Peter demanded.

“No. I received it this morning myself,” Zachary replied calmly.

“Of course,” he replied nonchalantly, rose to his feet, and told Ember, “Let’s go.”

“What? Where? And what’s that about a recording?”

“You’re home-you’ll understand when we get there,” Zachary said flatly with an impassive look.

For some reason, Ember felt her heart racing as Zachary drove her to the Lindts’ residence.

Peter and Shirley were scowling as they waited for him.

The instant they stepped in past the front door, Peter beckoned, “Come with me, Zacahry.”

Zachary did so and followed Peter, who glared at Zachary sharply, into his office. “You set me up, didn’t you?”

“I would never, sir,” Zachary replied, and showed him his phone. “Like I said, I received it this morning myself.”

Peter saw that he received it at virtually the same instant, and from the same number.

‘Who could it be?” Peter stared closely at Zachary, still skeptical just then.

He was convinced that Zachary had been responsible, but he received the same recording as well…

Maybe it was not him?

“It’s all just drunk talk. You didn’t take me seriously, right?”

Zachary smiled. “No, but have you considered that this is from one of your business rivals? Maybe they are trying to drive US apart?”

Peter certainly had made enemies at work, and he had even exposed a competitor’s scandal recently over a certain project.

“If you trust me, sir, I will get to the bottom of this,” Zachary volunteered.

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