Zachary Adams was in a foul mood. He shoved Jaxon aside and walked off.

Jaxon just stood there, watching Zachary’s retreating figure with a smirk. “Hit the nail on the head, huh? Feeling guilty?”

Zachary didn’t even look back.

He got into his car and sped off, the engine roaring as if echoing his frustration.

Jaxon slumped onto a bench, letting out a few lazy chuckles as he leaned back and gazed at the sky.

Meanwhile, Zachary gripped the steering wheel ...