The CEO Who Swore Off Marriage… Until Her novel Chapter 7

Zayne released Miguel, took Enrica's hand, and promptly left with her.

Miguel massaged his stinging wrist while watching them leave. He gritted his teeth so hard one could hear it. He had never felt like such a loser before!

Sheila held his hand in distress and said with some dissatisfaction, "Ms. Schubert really went too far. How could she last out against you?"

Miguel brooded silently.

Nobody in the entirety of Evernorth dared to provoke the Zucker family.

Enrica was asking for it this time!

Meanwhile, after leaving the residential area, Enrica smoothly shook off Zayne's hand and said guiltily, "Actually, it doesn't matter even if I have to apologize to them. It's no skin off my back, really. But now that you've become involved, the Zuckers aren't going to let us off easily."

Zayne reflexively clenched his now-empty palm before smiling at her. "It's alright. I have a friend who works as a lawyer. He's very capable and will be able to win the lawsuit for us."

Enrica sighed lightly. Unfortunately, the world that rich people lived in did not operate so simply. Zucker Group had a lot of legal personnel under their employment. Each and every one of them was a professional in handling lawsuits.

How could an ordinary lawyer possibly measure up against such people?

However, since things had come to this, it was useless to say anything else. Besides, Zayne had done it to help her.

She turned to ask him, "You haven't eaten lunch yet, have you? Let me treat you to a meal. What would you like to eat?"

He replied, "Anything will do. You still have to go to work later."

She nodded agreeably. The two of them entered a restaurant and each ordered a plate of fish and chips.

The restaurant they had chosen was very small and only had a few tables set out. It also had very simple decor.

On the other hand, Zayne had the temperament of a noble, so he looked like a prince who had decided to grace the humble establishment with his presence.

He stood up to get a glass of water and pushed it over to Enrica. "Have some water."

She thanked him politely. She had not had any water the entire morning, and she had been standing under the sun for two hours. Thanks to that, her lips were so dry that they were peeling. She picked up the glass and drank the water in small sips.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere between them was rather awkward. Zayne was cutting up his fish with a fork and knife in a very elegant manner, giving Enrica the feeling that they were eating at a high-class restaurant.

Her gaze drifted involuntarily to the watch on his wrist.

She recalled that Miguel had an identical one. It was a limited edition model of a luxury brand, and it was not easy to obtain. Miguel had paid someone extra and gone to a lot of effort to get his hands on one.

An item with a price tag of several million dollars was evidently not something a mere salesman could afford.

She began hesitantly, "Your watch…"

"I borrowed it from a friend, and the same goes for this suit," he replied easily. "You know as well as I do that in this industry, we sometimes have to rely on things like this to keep up appearances."

After hearing what he had to say, her doubts vanished instantly. The sales industry operated differently from the others, so to achieve success in the industry, one needed to find oneself a stepping stone.

Zayne was already done with his meal. He gently wiped his mouth with a napkin before placing his hands on the table and asking casually, "How did you get to know Miguel Zucker?"

Enrica paused and said nothing.

He gazed at her. "Do you not want to talk about it?"

"That's not it," she said, shaking her head with painful relief in her eyes before explaining, "Three years ago, my parents were involved in a traffic accident. My mother died on the spot while my father injured his spine and became paralyzed from the waist down. The perpetrator fled the scene.

"I met him when I was at the peak of despair. He helped me track down the perpetrator and also introduced my father to the best medical expert available, saving his legs."

Zayne's expression was unreadable. "No wonder your marriage made you so miserable. It turns out he was taking advantage of you."

She was startled for a moment. Then, she laughed bitterly and lowered her head. "I'm not a sore loser, but…"

However, Miguel meant more to her than someone she loved. Meeting him two years ago had been her salvation, her peace of mind, and her beacon of light in the darkness.