Zachary headed straight to his penthouse suite on the top floor of Wiltspoon Hotel.

After a couple of minutes, the Lowe couple knocked and entered under his bodyguards’ lead.

Zachary invited them to have a seat.

“Thank you, Mr. York.”

The pair of husband and wife thanked him. Only then did they dare to sit down opposite him.

After sitting down, they did not dare speak—mainly because they did not even know what they should say.

They completely did not understand why Zachary wanted to meet them and had not the slightest inkling what he wanted to talk about.

Zachary did not want to waste time on this and took the initiative. Without beating around the bush, he said, “Mr. Lowe, I asked you to meet me here primarily to tell you to keep your son, Shawn Lowe, under control so that he stops bothering my wife.”

Hearing that, both Mr. and Mrs. Lowe paled.

Mrs. Lowe stammered, “Mr. York, t-t-there must be some sort of misunderstanding here. Our Shawn has someone he likes. He—Even if yo