"Yeah? Then if I were to get you killed right now, do you think we'd be together forever?" He asked grimly in her ear.

She froze, a chill rising from the bottom of her heart, even as his body stiffened.

He couldn't hold back any longer, "You're a leprechaun, you'll be my leprechaun and never leave me for the rest of your life! Do you hear me! Or else, or else I will definitely get you killed!"

She was crying, "You, you're an animal, oooh ..."

She cried a lot this night, but even then, even when she finally presented herself in a semi-conscious state, she still didn't let go of her promise to him.

Wyatt was so agitated that he almost wanted to kill someone, but he couldn't bear to lay his hands on her no matter what, so he could only use another method to vent his anger.

He didn't stop until after dawn.

His sweaty arms hugged her tightly, as if he were holding his most precious treasure, and asked in her ear, "Is Guan Ming as good as me? Is he as good as me? Do you think about him until now?"

If Zoey was still sane at this time, she would have said no, but now that she was moving with her eyes closed, she obviously could no longer hear him.

Wyatt thought she was pretending and asked again, but she still didn't move a bit with her eyes closed.

He finally got panicked and patted her cheek, "Zoey, Zoey? What's wrong with you?"

Turning on the light as he did so, he found her face pale, her teeth crowned, and already in a state of unconsciousness.

In that moment, he felt that the blood in his entire body had curdled and even his heart had stopped beating.

Then in the next moment he got out of bed as fast as he could, his whole body in a rare panic unable to do anything, his mind blank.

She's gone! She got herself killed! His Zoey, his baby, his favorite, she, she ...

His eyes widened, acold sweat broke out all over his body, and something seemed to be stuffed in his throat, choking him but he couldn't say anything.

After maybe a long time, or maybe just in the next moment, he finally found his voice and some sense, backhandedly copied his cell phone, and with his last shred of sanity, called the number to Jason, the one he trusted the most.

Jason was sleeping over there, and was still impatient when he received the call, "Who is it, do you fucking know that you don't know what time it is ..."

He mumbled, "It's me, Zhi Yu, Zhi Yu is gone!"

With a jolt, Jason rolled over and sat up from the bed, "What did you say? Say it again?"

"Zoey is gone, help ..."

"What? You're drunk, aren't you? Such words can also be said?" Although the words were said this way, Jason still immediately rolled over and got out of bed, his eyes commanding, where could he still see a trace of sleepiness.

"You come, if she's gone, I, I don't want to live, you come ..."

Jason couldn't believe what he was hearing, yet he felt his body sweating when he heard his dead, not at all angry words, "You, don't mess around, you're at home aren't you? I'll be right there, I'll be right there, don't do anything stupid! I'll be there in half an hour, no, fifteen minutes! Wait for me!"

Wyatt slammed down his cell phone, and his entire body seemed to freeze.

He didn't even dare to look back at her, as if that would bring her back to life.

He stood for a long time, always with his back to her, and finally, slowly, he raised his hands to cover his face, drops of water falling from his fingers.

He, the legend of the business world, the so-called "cold-blooded emperor" Wyatt, who never knew what softness was, who never knew what compassion meant, cried.