Chapter - 241

“It’s hard to explain over the phone,” Madeleine said. “The only person who can save Sam now is Zeke. I don’t care how you do it. Just get Zeke to help him!”

Emily finally collapsed after the barrage of bad news; her life was a complete mess.

They had originally planned for Sam to capture Zeke so that Zeke could beg them to forgive him.

But instead, it turned out to be the other way around.

Emily crawled towards Zeke and grabbed his hand. “Zeke, please, help us! Please save my brother! You wanted to marry me. I can marry you right away! You can do anything you want to me! We can even have sex! Please!”

Zeke yanked his hand back and threw a table mirror to the floor. “Can you fix this broken mirror?”

A broken mirror can never be mended…

Emily rummaged her hands through the mirror, trying to fix it. She completely ignored the cuts that the sharp glass pieces caused her.

“I-I’ll fix it…” Emily mumbled. “Let’s get married when I fix it…”

Emily completely lost control of her emotions. It was a painful sight to see.

Lacey couldn’t bear to see Emily like that as they used to be best friends.

She knelt next to Emily and said, “Emily, stop. You can’t fix it. You’re still young, so there are still a lot of chances out there for you. You can still rise as long as you fight for it.”

Emily stared at Lacey with her reddened eyes and begged. “Lacey, please, I beg you. Return Zeke to me. I have nothing left… He was mine from the beginning. You can’t take him away from me.”

“Emily… I didn’t take him away from you. You threw him away.”

“Please… Give him back…”

Lacey turned to look at Zeke helplessly.

“Wait,” Zeke laughed wryly. “You aren’t actually thinking of giving me to someone else, are you?”

Veronica couldn’t bear with it any longer and ordered her security, “Get this maniac out.”

Two of the guards took Emily and walked out the door.

“Lacey! Please! Give Zeke back to me!” Emily’s screams echoed throughout the store.

“You reap what you sow…” Lacey sighed.

Zeke walked up to Lacey and flicked her forehead. “Why are you going soft on her? Have you forgotten how she treated you?”

Lacey flinched in pain. “Y-you stupid musclehead! Do you not know your own strength? That hurt!”

“T-I’m sorry! But… I didn’t put any strength into the flick…” Zeke quickly rubbed Lacey’s forehead.

“If you did put strength into it, my head would explode! Give me your forehead! This calls for revenge!”

Zeke didn’t know how to respond.

Do you know you’re asking to flick the Great Marshal’s forehead? Even if I allow it, there’s no way my million subordinates would allow it…

Before Zeke could react, Lacey had already bent her finger and flicked his forehead after taking a deep breath.