Chapter 489 Zachary’s Little Pet

• Zachary Luellen arrived.
• He was in a custom black suit today. The pricey fabric was pressed without a wrinkle, making him look tall and sharp. His bangs were brushed back, showing off a face carved like it was made by angels. A luxury steel watch wrapped his wrist. Every move screamed refined elegance—the cool polish of a man at the top. You just couldn’t look away.
• He strode in with long steps, steady as a drumbeat. Even the razor-cut black trousers seemed to throw off a magnetic field. Three months away, and now he was back—aloof, untouchable, his mature, restrained presence laced with a cold, clean, off-limits vibe. The socialites on site flushed bright red on the spot.