Chapter 622 Forgot Her Too
Zachary was about to take a sip of his drink when Matthew snatched the glass from his hand, spilling alcohol all over both of them. "You're practically on your deathbed, and you still want to drink? Bartender, get him a glass of milk."
The last part was directed at the bartender.
Zachary glanced up at him, "Are you hitting menopause early?"
Despite his words, he accepted the milk from the bartender and took a sip. "I need a favor."
After Zachary explained his plan, Matthew pondered for a while before suggesting, "How about using a honey trap?"
A honey trap?
Matthew's lousy idea was definitely self-serving, aiming to create a rift between Zachary and Winona so he could swoop in. This jerk had quite a scheme. "Thanks for the effort. You really are a brother who'd take a bullet for me. I'll remember this favor and repay it someday."
Matthew gave him a sarcastic smile and kicked him lightly. "I meant you should use it."
They chatted for a bit longer before Matthew's expression turned serious. "Are you really..."
The situation was so unbelievable that he paused before finally saying, "Dementia?"
When Zachary had mentioned it earlier, Matthew hadn't taken it seriously, thinking Zachary was just messing with him.
Zachary lazily lifted his eyelids. "Yeah, in a while, I might not even remember how to get home."
It was a bit exaggerated, but the doctor had said it wasn't impossible.
Matthew was speechless for a moment before suggesting, "How about I make you a necklace with a tag? I saw a news story where someone made their contact info into nail art. If you don't like the tag, I can take you to get that done."
"Get lost."
A tag? Like a dog?
After a moment of silence, Matthew asked, "Will you forget Winona too?"
"No," Zachary glared at him. "You'd better drop any thoughts you shouldn't have. Winona and I aren't breaking up, and you won't have a chance. Go find someone else."
Even when Timothy tortured him, he hadn't forgotten Winona. He wouldn't know either.
Mentioning dating made Matthew grind his teeth. If it weren't for Zachary's ridiculous list, he wouldn't be forced into blind dates by his mom, and not just any dates—he had to memorize the profiles.
He felt like he was taking an exam, not going on dates.
"Just make sure you remember her. Don't wake up one day and find out Winona's become my wife."
He said this just to provoke Zachary.
Zachary put down his glass and stood up. "Don't forget what we talked about."
He was going home to memorize records, fifty times over, to ensure Matthew had no chance.
As he left the nightclub, Zachary received a call from Maeve. "Mr. Bailey, I have time tomorrow to teach your people some therapy techniques."
Zachary was brief. "Time and place."
Maeve, sounding like a typical college student, replied, "You can decide. I'm free all day tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll have someone contact you tomorrow."
He was about to hang up when Maeve called out, "Mr. Bailey, I saw the photos. I'm sorry if they caused you any trouble."
Zachary didn't mince words. "They did. My wife isn't talking to me much."
Although Winona acted like she hadn't seen the photos, he felt she had. No proof, just intuition—his sixth sense, though he wasn't sure how reliable a man's sixth sense was.
Maeve was silent.
She stayed silent for half a minute, trying to figure out what to say, but the call had already ended, and even the busy signal had stopped.
After hanging up, Zachary forwarded Maeve's contact info to Richard. "You don't need to go to the Bailey Group for the next few days. I've found you a teacher. Go learn a skill."
If it were Dylan, he'd already have a thirty-episode drama playing out in his head, complete with different endings. But Richard simply replied, "Okay," without even asking what he was supposed to learn.
Zachary continued, "Her therapy techniques are excellent. Learn well. You'll be sticking close to me for a while. Pack your bags tonight and move to Regal Oaks. Consider it a business trip."
"Ms. Harrington's salary hasn't been discussed yet. Ask her about her desired compensation tomorrow."
"Got it, Mr. Bailey."
Richard followed orders without question, mainly because the salary was so high it was beyond his wildest dreams.
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On the third day, Winona received results from Rebecca's investigation.
Rebecca reported, "The number that sent the message belongs to a college student. He said someone borrowed his phone to send the message a few days ago, then deleted it. He didn't see the content. The person was fully covered like a spy, so he couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman."
"I also found out about the woman rumored to be involved with Zachary. Her name is Maeve Harrington, a senior interning as an assistant to a neurology department head at a hospital. But I couldn't find any connection between her and Zachary. I also checked Zachary's medical records—nothing."
Winona replied, "Alright, I'll handle the rest when I get back. Thanks, Rebecca."
After that, Winona focused entirely on preparing for the competition, not letting anything else distract her.
Mid-March, the competition began.
It was the first time such a competition was held internationally, still in the exploratory phase. It included individual and team events, allowing research but with time limits, testing who could complete tasks the fastest and best.
Caleb also attended, looking at the setup and judges, remarking, "They've really gone all out for a crown."
Winona asked, "Did they organize this competition specifically because of the crown?"
"Not entirely. There had been proposals for such a competition before, but they were delayed for various reasons. This time, it probably happened quickly because of the crown. Those who wanted to see us fail ended up being the joke themselves. They're not happy and want to outdo us in something else. That crown is originally from our country. Who could understand it better or be more qualified to restore it than us?" Caleb's eyes shone with pride as he spoke.
The crown's restoration had already shown promising results, and those who had doubted it were now silent.
Realizing his words might add pressure, Caleb patted their shoulders. "Just do your best. Don't be nervous or feel pressured. Who knows how many times this competition will be held anyway."
You saying that just added more pressure, Caleb.
On stage, the host was already giving the opening speech.
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