When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1776 Do You Think I Could Beat Him

Darren turned to Zachary, asking seriously, "If we were competing... do you think I could beat him?"

Zachary blinked, momentarily caught off guard. What kind of question is this?

He paused, considering his words carefully. "The Reese family's influence runs deep... beyond what we can fully grasp, I think-"

"I'm not talking about power or wealth. I mean when it comes to fighting for a woman."

Zachary felt a chill run down his spine-it was as if he had just seen another Nathaniel.

"Well... to be completely honest, I don't think you can quite match up to Calvin," Zachary admitted bluntly. "He's single, no baggage, and let's be real-he's got the whole 'refined gentleman' look going for him."

Zachary didn't like to lie.

His words struck Darren like a sharp blade. For a moment, he was silent. Then, with a hoarse voice, he asked, "Do you think he would accept a woman with a child?"

Zachary scoffed. "Isn't that obvious? He was fine with Cecilia having two sons. There's nothing he can't accept."

A wave of bitterness surged within Darren. So, my daughter will have to call Calvin 'Daddy' one day?

"Why are you suddenly asking this? Is Calvin pestering Cecilia again?" Zachary asked, his brows furrowing.noveldrama

He found Calvin unbelievably shameless. Cecilia and Nathaniel had been together for years, had four kids, and yet Calvin still wouldn't back off. What an a*s.

"No." Darren leaned back against the chair.

Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding his judgment, or maybe he simply didn't care anymore, but he threw caution to the wind. His voice was low, almost detached. "It's Madeline..."

Madeline?

Zachary blinked. It took him a few seconds to process what Darren had just said. Then, realization hit him like a freight train.

"You're saying he's now got his sights set on your wife?" His voice was a notch louder than intended.

Several patrons in the club turned their heads in curiosity.

Zachary shot them a cold glance, his voice sharp as a blade. "What are you staring at? Scram!"

The onlookers, realizing he was the young heir of the Sinclair family, quickly averted their gazes and scattered. No one wanted to get involved with this lunatic.

Meanwhile, Darren was truly drunk. His words came out slurred, barely

comprehensible. "Maybe the two of them are already together."

Zachary froze, his jaw dropping wide enough to fit an egg. "What?"

"You're absolutely right,” he admitted. "Calvin is better than me now. It's good fortune that Madeline found him." He reached for his wine glass again, tipping it back to drown himself in alcohol.

Zachary snatched the glass away before Darren could take another sip. "Darren, that's enough. You know what? I'm going to confront that shameless jerk. I need to ask him why the h*ll he's so obsessed with married women with kids. Is he some kind of pervert?"

As he spoke, Zachary simultaneously helped Darren to his feet, guiding him toward the exit.

Darren, feeling dizzy, staggered slightly. "Where... where are we going?"

"Taking you home," Zachary replied firmly.

Thankfully, he hadn't drunk much himself, so he remained clear-headed enough to handle the situation.

Outside, Darren's driver rushed over, catching his swaying figure. "Mr. Sinclair, what happened?"

"Just take him back," Zachary instructed.

The driver nodded. "Understood. What about you, sir?"

"I suddenly have something to take care of." Without another word, he turned on

his heel, climbed into his car, and sped off into the night.

With one hand on the wheel, he picked up his phone, and as soon as Calvin's address popped up on the screen, he headed straight there.

Late at night, the sharp ringing of his phone roused Calvin from his sleep.

Frowning, he answered it groggily. "Who is this?"

"It's me, Zachary," came the curt reply.

Zachary?

Calvin, still half-asleep, asked. “Mr. Sinclair? I don't believe we're that close, for have we ever

collaborated. So, what's the reason for this late-night call?"

"I'm outside. Get out here!" Zachary ordered.

Calvin had no clue what had happened, but sensing the hostility in Zachary's voice, he grabbed his coat and draped it over himself before stepping outside.

The moment he emerged, still drowsy, Zachary stormed forward, grabbed him by the collar, and landed a solid punch across his face.