When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1877 Out Of Her Mind

Just then, a piercing gaze locked onto her.

She felt it immediately. When she looked up, her eyes met Zachary's.

He was standing not far away, having brought a few clients out for lunch.

He hadn't expected to run into her but upon seeing her disheveled state, lying on the cold pavement, his expression turned frosty.

Stella, however, saw a glimmer of hope. It was as if she'd found a lifeline. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward him, crying out, "Zach!"

Before she could reach him, one of Zachary's bodyguards stepped forward and blocked her path.

Stella sobbed, tears streaming freely down her face. "Zach! Please! Let me go, I'm begging you!"

Zachary's brows drew together, his face unreadable.

One of the clients beside him leaned in and asked, "Mr. Sinclair, do you know her?"

Zachary's eyes lingered on Stella for a beat longer. Then, without a flicker of emotion, he turned away. "How could I possibly know a woman like that?"

"True, true," the client quickly agreed, forcing a placating laugh. "I spoke out of turn. A woman like her-clearly trying to cling to you for favor."

Everyone in Tudela knew Zachary Sinclair's reputation.

After the client finished speaking, he said to his bodyguard, "Get rid of that lunatic. I don't want her causing a scene here-she's a disgrace."

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard promptly lifted Stella and dragged her away, eventually tossing her unceremoniously onto the side of the road.

Even as she was being hauled off, Stella continued to shout, "Zach! What's wrong with you? Why are you ignoring me?"

"Let go of me!" she screamed, struggling against the firm grip. "Zachary is a friend of mine if he finds out what you're doing, you'll be sorry!"

She wouldn't stop talking, her words increasingly incoherent. She was clearly no longer in her right mind, her thoughts consumed by fragments of the past-by memories of the glory she once held, and the days when Zachary and Nathaniel stood firmly by her side.

"The bodyguards spat in her direction, their faces twisted with disdain.

"Who do you think you are?" one of them sneered. "You might think you know Mr. Sinclair, but he sure as hell doesn't know you."

"No... that's not possible. I saved him once he promised he'd protect me for life. She scrambled to her feet, attempting to approach Zachary again, only to be blocked and shoved back by the bodyguards.

"Back off!" one of them barked. "Come any closer and we won't be so polite."

At those words, Stella froze. Fear flickered across her face as she stood

trembling, not daring to take another step forward.

Meanwhile, Stella's colleagues began noticing something off about her.

She would often ramble about her past achievements, boasting of grand exploits

abroad and claiming she was a famous celebrity.

Her roommate exchanged a look with the others.

"Has she gone mad?" one of them whispered.

"Seems like it. She's acting stranger by the day."

"Good. Maybe now they'll kick her out. I'm sick of her pretending she's still someone important."

They were deep in a heated discussion, completely unaware that the manager had approached with someone in tow.

Zachary, having overheard part of the conversation, interrupted coldly, "Did you just say Stella has lost her mind?"noveldrama

The group turned, startled. Seeing Zachary, they were instantly gripped by a mix of awe and fear.

"Mr. Sinclair," one of them stammered, "we've noticed something strange about S lately. She's... not quite

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Zachary's expression darkened. "Bring her here."

Not long after, Stella was led out. The moment she laid eyes on him, her entire face lit up with joy. "Zach! You came to pick me up, didn't you? Zach!"

Her childlike tone and erratic excitement only confirmed his growing suspicion.

The Zachary standing before her

now was no longer the naive man of the past. He said to his

subordinates, "Take her for a fumet

psychiatric evaluation. I want to know whether she's genuinely lost her mind-or just playing a game."

If she was faking it, he would make sure she regretted it for the rest of her life.

"Yes, sir," the bodyguard responded, already moving to carry out the order.