Chapter 19

Zachary sat in his study, the computer screen's cold glow reflecting on his grim face. The surveillance footage his assistant had delivered was playing. In the high-definition video, Queenie was sneakily tucking her own necklace into a hidden compartment of her purse. Then, she feigned panic, looking around frantically, her red lips moving as her voice came through clearly. "Zach, the necklace you gave me is missing!" Zachary's fingers clenched suddenly, his knuckles cracking audibly. The scene shifted to show Queenie pitifully tugging at his sleeve, looking up at him pleadingly. "Zach, could you have her cooperate? It's just a body search… "Haven't you been asking me what my third request is? My third request is that I want to search her body!" And he had actually nodded in agreement. There was a loud bang as Zachary slammed his fist on the desk, knocking over his teacup. Tea spilled across the keyboard, but he didn't notice as he was staring fixedly at what came next on the scr