The girl behind him seemed to be familiar.

Lillianna was dressed in a gorgeous dress, holding his arm.

The crowd flattered them, and they were at such a high place that I could never touch.

I hastily bowed my head to apologize. In front of my eyes appeared to be her fine-heeled shoes inset with diamonds. "Look, who is she? A miserable poor girl. She smells stinky."

Lillianna covered her nose in disgust and laughed gaily.

I was silent, hanging my head and backing away.

A snap came. My face turned red, burning.

She moved closer to me and grunted coldly, "Where's the manager? How can you let this kind of ungrateful person in? If she steals things, can you afford to pay for it? Fire her now."

Zackary's lips pursed, and he looked at me, slightly stunned.

Lillianna's eyes dyed with envy. She pushed me down and stepped hard on my chest.

Intense sharp pain swept over me. I couldn't stop curling up and trembling, crying.

"Don't look at Zackary. You don't deserve it. Get the hell out of my way." She laughed smugly, her tone full of rage.

Zackary's eyebrows knit slightly. Only for a moment, the heartache in his eyes turned into merciless coldness.

The manager, Peyton, was afraid that I would get hurt and was busy trying to take me away.

Zackary coldly grunted and let Peyton leave, tugging my wrist to pull me up.

"Kiersten, you chased me here for money?"

Only then did Lillianna pretend to exclaim, wiping my face clean with a tissue.

"What? How come it's Kiersten? You're the young lady of the Dixon family. Do you still need to condescend to work in the hotel?"

When the words fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Gazes with malice surrounded me.

"So it's Ms. Dixon. She abandoned Mr. Dixon in spite of his feelings, and now she's reduced to working as a waitress?"

"Poor thing, she deserves it."

"She reaps what she sows."

I didn't know who pushed me toward Zackary. He instinctively reached out but suddenly took a step back.

My body fell uncontrollably into the corner of the table, coming along with severe pain.

Blood and tears flowed out together, but I became numb.

I tried to leave without saying a word. Zackary blocked in front of me and looked down at me.

"Don't you want money? Lillianna is allergic and can't drink, so you'll help her drink."

He dragged me into the private room and had three boxes of wine stacked all over the table.

"Thirty thousand dollars a bottle, I'll give you as much as you drink."

Lillianna pushed the bottle in front of me.

"Drink it. Don't try to fool us."

I ignored her and stared at Zackary's gloomy face, laughing lightly.

"You really want me to drink?"

He looked slightly stunned and froze in shock.

The primary artificial heart had a severe rejection reaction, and the slightest discomfort would make my life worse than death.

Besides, the one who was allergic to alcohol was me, not Lillianna.

Seeing the hesitation in Zackary's eyes, I smiled.

"I can drink. You write off that three hundred thousand dollars, OK?"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Deal!"

His affirmative answer inspired me to tilt my head back and pour wine into my mouth.

Since I wouldn't live much longer anyway, I could ignore the doctor's advice.

The strong alcohol stimulated my brain, and the burning wine flew across the scars in my heart.

The pain was all I could feel.

Acid churned in my stomach, and I subconsciously bent over to dry heaven, almost coughing out my entire heart.

Only after drinking one bottle, Zackary violently knocked over the wine, his face grim.

"Enough!"

His voice brought the laughter of those present to an abrupt end.

Zackary clamped down on my shoulders in a deadly grip, like he wanted to crush my bones.

"Kiersten, you could do whatever for money, do you?"

I numbly broke away from him, only to see the wine bottle broken, and the wine all over the floor reflecting my pale face.

Just as I was about to kneel and hold the wine in my hand and drink it, Lillianna suddenly pulled me up, her face full of concern.

"Don't do that. You are not that low.

"Zackary, don't make it difficult for her. We shouldn't make things that difficult for her. How about taking off your clothes?"

She laughed and looked at me with contempt in her eyes.

"One piece for one hundred thousand dollars, how about it?"

I was silent for a moment, shaking off her hand.

Against Zackary's unbelievable eyes, I took my uniform off and then unbuttoned the shirt.

When I was about to unbutton the last one, Zackary furiously overturned the sofa.

The heart could no longer withstand the stimulation. Severe pain attacked, and I sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

I seemed to be unaware of it, mechanically trembling hands to remove the last shirt to cover shame.

Zackary's eyes were scarlet, and a low, hoarse roar came from his throat.

"Stop it!"

I managed to pull out a smile and finally fell to the ground powerlessly.

The broken glass stabbed into my knee, blood coming out.

Zackary panicked and tried to hold me, but he was pushed aside harshly by Joyce who rushed over.

She hugged me and draped her clothes over me.

In the panic, the ugly scar on my chest was revealed.

Zackary's face tightened, and he knelt in front of me in shock.

Joyce protected me in her arms, hatefully glaring at him and yelling.

"You ungrateful thing! Kiersten has already given you her heart. You still want to humiliate her like this. Do you really want to see her die? Are you satisfied?"