Chapter 579 - Regrets

Hearing those words from Zhen-Zhen, Clifford felt like heaven had forsaken him. He broke her trust… he hurt her feelings… he ruined their friendship.

And now, Zhen-Zhen didn't want to associate herself with Clifford. She didn't want to see him again.

No! It couldn't be. He didn't want to end things with Zhen-Zhen… their friendship.

But it was already too late. His action had forced Zhen-Zhen to do this. He was the one to blame. He brought this upon himself.

He had no plan of revealing those photos to the public. He just wanted to threaten Tristan so that he would obey his demand.

But all his plans backfired on him. Now, Zhen-Zhen was saying goodbye to him, no longer considering him as her friend.

Zhen-Zhen was done expressing her feelings and thoughts to Clifford. It was now time for her to leave. There was no reason for her to stay longer in the Sy Corp.

Zhen-Zhen was about to turn and leave but Clifford suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hug.

Tristan, who was watching from his room, almost jumped off the bed. He had the urge to pull Zhen-Zhen from the fireball, thinking he could do it just to separate the two.

FaMo could only sigh helplessly. He was already used to Tristan's jealous and possessive nature.

But he also felt the same way. Clifford didn't have the right to touch or hug Zhen-Zhen.

"Lillie… Please don't do this. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I will destroy those photos and delete those photos for good. Please don't hate me," Clifford begged her with his desperate voice.

His grip tightened. He didn't want to let her go. Once she left that office, everything would change. She would avoid seeing him.

"Please… forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Clifford didn't realize it yet but tears already fell from his eyes.

Zhen-Zhen clenched her fists. She had to admit that she was saddened that things between them ended like this.

But she had to do this to give Clifford the lesson he deserved. He should know the severity of his action. And he had to realize that he should also learn how to open his heart to forgive someone.

If he couldn't do that, then it wouldn't be fair if he would easily receive Zhen-Zhen's forgiveness. 

He couldn't even forgive Tristan, how could he expect that Zhen-Zhen would just forgive him after he said he was sorry?

"Let go of me, Cliff. If you don't want me to hate you more, get your hands off me. Now!" Zhen-Zhen demanded with her stern cold voice.

Hearing her words, Clifford could only let go of Zhen-Zhen. He finally released her from his tight hug.

Without saying any more words, Zhen-Zhen turned around and left. Clifford remained in his spot with his bleeding heart.

He regretted everything. He didn't expect that this was the great consequence of his foolish selfish actions… by his foolish revenge.

He felt like every ounce of his energy was drained when Zhen-Zhen left him. He wanted to stop her and beg further but he was afraid that Zhen-Zhen would hate him more.

"I f*cked up! I messed up!"

Clifford covered his face using both hands, the guilt and regret were consuming his heart.

Then he brought his hand on his c.h.e.s.t, clenching his clothes tightly.

"Why does it hurt more than the time I found Olive cheating on me? This is more painful." Clifford mumbled to himself.

"This is my fault. My fault!"

When Zhen-Zhen left, Clifford's office became chaotic. He threw and broke everything he could grab inside his office.

It was a big mess when Dexter entered his office. He didn't know what happened. Clifford was silently sitting on his executive chair. 

He was leaning his back on his seat with his eyes closed and one arm was placed over his forehead.

Dexter didn't know what to do. He could feel the gloomy atmosphere surrounding Clifford. He also noticed Clifford's broken phone on the floor. It was beyond repair now. 

That phone contained the pictures he had taken without Zhen-Zhen's consent. He destroyed it right away when Zhen-Zhen left. 

He didn't care anymore if it contained important people and VIP client's contact numbers. He just wanted to destroy it.

He couldn't bring himself to ask him what happened between Lillie Davis and him. It might trigger his boss further.

In the end, he just silently cleaned up the mess, trying to salvage the important doc.u.ments that needed to be signed today.

Dexter felt like crying. He was not certain if Clifford would still be able to sign those doc.u.ments. The papers scattered on the floor. He needed to sort it out and arrange it accordingly. 

This would take too much time even if he would ask other staff. But he couldn't allow them to enter Clifford's office or they might become the target of Clifford's wrath.

'Damn! What happened to them? What did Lillie Davis tell my boss to make him do this?'

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~ At the Davis Family Mansion ~

Meanwhile, Tristan could finally relax since Zhen-Zhen had already left Clifford's office. FaMo also returned to his cat form.

"Zhen-Zhen is on her way now," FaMo told Tristan.

"Did she bring our car? Or she will teleport back here?" Tristan asked FaMo expectantly.

Tristan was so excited to see his wife. His heart was singing with joy after hearing the words from Zhen-Zhen.

It was so nice to hear Zhen-Zhen telling how much she loved him, especially if the one she was talking to was his competitor.

Tristan was rejoicing because Clifford was now out of the picture. His only problem left and the biggest love competitor he had was Liam.

"Father-in-law, what reward do you want today? Tell me anything you want, I will fulfill it! It was because of you that Zhen-Zhen finally cut her connection with Clifford!"

FaMo's eyes lit up upon hearing that. What came to his mind first was delicious food.

Without thinking twice, FaMo told Tristan what he wanted.

"Buy more milk for me and Pam-Pam. I also want to eat grilled Tuna Belly, sweet and sour fish, beefsteak, and fried chicken. Please add some sweet desserts like salad, ice cream, and cake!"

Tristan: "..."

He didn't expect that FaMo would only request food. He wondered if he starved him here?

'Is the amount of food we are giving FaMo and Pam-Pam not enough for my Father-in-law's gluttonous stomach?'