My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 701

Chapter 701 I Will Handle This Matter

Zayne clicked open the application and scanned the address for his order, but it was accurate.

Postulating that Sylvie might have passed out from her fever after being in the rain for so long, he instantly got out of the car and sprinted back into the hotel.

He asked the front desk for the universal card and opened the room door with a swipe.

There was no sign of Sylvie in the living room or bedroom.

Fixating his eyes on the closed bathroom door, he hurried over and pushed open the door. He was greeted by the sight of Sylvie lying in the bathtub. The water in the bathtub was already stained red, and the coppery smell of blood hung in the air.

Zayne's breathing stopped for two seconds. Rushing over, he snagged a towel and wrapped it around her bleeding wrist.

“Have you lost your mind?” he roared.

Sylvie opened her eyes laboriously.

Seeing that the man had returned, she admitted weakly, “I've been keeping a secret from you and General Zeigler. Back then, many people wanted favors from General Zeigler, but they couldn't obtain a meeting with him. I secretly accepted their Anglanduran and Epean currencies, promising to help them. I'm sorry. I-I was really despicable, wasn't I?”

Zayne gaped at her in utter shock. It had never crossed his mind that she dared to do such a thing. “Did you not know that it's taboo to accept money? If this comes to light, even my uncle's political career would be over!”

“I'm sorry. I once promised Stella that I'd buy her and Ms. Juliana the best burial plots and a beautiful mansion when I had the money. I'm terrified that General Zeigler will learn about this and fly into such a rage that his body can't take it. I don't know what I should do. Please let me die. Everything was my doing, so it'll be over with my death.”

Sylvie then moved to yank the towel off her wrist.

Zayne swiftly grabbed her other hand and kept her from acting rashly.

He stared at her for an eternity. At the thought of the “Stella” she mentioned, he inquired with much difficulty, “Was Stella the friend you spoke of at the hospital that day?”

Sylvie bit her pale lips, her gaze dimming.

“I only told you because I know I can trust you. I'd rather die now if someone else were to learn about that.” As soon as she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

That day, Zayne thought she was merely telling him a story. Never had he expected the protagonist of the story to be Herbert's biological granddaughter.