Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1569

Zachary winced, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes as he opened the door, revealing the outside scenery to Lena.

The late morning sun bathed the surroundings in bright light while a gentle breeze danced through the tree branches. Birds chirped and soared freely in the air.

Taking in the refreshing air, Lena turned her gaze toward Zachary.

"Go now," Zachary whispered. "Lena, can I ask you for one favor?"

"What is it?" she asked.

"After you meet your boyfriend, please don't mention anything about Sasha, alright?"

Lena furrowed her brow.

Zachary stepped closer, his gaze sincere. "I've raised Sasha, and she's like my own daughter... Please trust me. I'll take her away from Centrolis right away, and I promise you won't have to see her again."

"So, you want me to spare her?"

"Lena, she's your twin sister, and you..."

Lena stayed silent, swiftly grabbing a fork from the dining table and pressing its sharp end against Zachary's neck!

Zachary was taken aback, reaching for her wrist, but he felt the chilling edge pressing against his artery. Lena had aimed for a critical spot.

"Lena, you—"

Lena's voice turned icy. "Zachary, a little more pressure from me, and your life ends here. I've checked, there are no surveillance cameras in this villa. If I eliminate you and vanish, no one will know who did it."

Zachary's expression darkened. "You think the police won't figure it out?"

Lena smirked bitterly. "I'm pretty confident in my ability to evade detection."

"Alright, then use your phone to call Chris!"

"No!"

"What did you say?" Lena pressed the fork harder.

The cold, pricking sensation caused Zachary to tremble. He had spent years in the criminal underworld and experienced killings, pursuits, and bullets whizzing past his ears. However, he had never felt as terrified as he did now.

He understood that Lena possessed formidable skills. This young woman would be a formidable opponent even in a direct confrontation.

Yet, he suddenly had the eerie feeling that it wasn't Lena holding the fork against him—it was Krystal! It was Krystal wielding Lena's hand to punish a treacherous scoundrel like him!

Sweat beads dotted Zachary's forehead, and a lump seemed to block his throat. He felt the urge to cry.