The Billionaire's Cursed Heiress
Chapter 208: A SPECTATOR

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: A SPECTATOR

’Where am I? What is this?’ he asked himself as he looked around, baffled by what he saw.

One second, he was walking around the temple, cursing his competitor about how capable he was.

To think that at his age, Ami managed to build such an exquisite temple, worth billions of Dynalis dollars if the temple was to be assessed for its worth and all this was for Zara, he felt jealous.

If he were to look at everything closely, he wouldn’t have done much for Zara at all. She was the one who picked him when he didn’t have anywhere to go. She gave him a home and raised him literally.

If she didn’t care for him, they wouldn’t have bothered that much about him. Because of her trust and dedication towards him, he found it worth sacrificing his future, and becoming part of the guards, to take care of Zara until her dying breath.

The connections that he had right now if he wasn’t part of the family, would he have anything?

And as he thought like that and compared to what Amir had achieved, he felt inferior.

Although he contributed his blood to Zara, which he deemed very important and made him feel that he could also help, as he walked around that temple, he felt very inferior to Amir.

How many things did Amir do for her? Then what about him?

The more he compared, the angrier he became.

And at that moment, maybe because he was so infuriated or what, his heartfelt stifled and as if he was getting stabbed, the pain was so excruciating.

Without giving a moment to even think what was happening, he coughed out blood and blacked out.

The next thing he knew when he opened his eyes, he was in this strange place, a place where he was certain wasn’t the period he grew up.

Looking at the strange architecture, the buildings and even the clothes these people were wearing, it just didn’t feel like the modern work he knew. It was as if he had been sent to an ancient era, an era which seemed similar to the one where the temple Zara found the armlet was built.

Something was going on here, and he just didn’t know what exactly.

However, as he pondered over what was happening, something magical happened.

"Saintess, you have been helping people for a long time, it’s time for you to rest!" the people that he was seeing as he hid behind the pillar, he spotted a very familiar face.

A face that he would never forget even if it was burnt into ashes, Zara.

’What is she doing here?’ he wondered as he looked at Zara, who looked familiar and yet not so familiar at the same time.

This Zara looked healthier than the Zara he grew up with.

This Zara didn’t have white hair or looked so pale, like the one he recalled. The face looked the same and yet the traits made it clear that the version of Zara he was looking at wasn’t the one he knew.

Whoever this person was, it wasn’t the Zara she knew and yet she might be related to her somehow. There must be a reason why he was sent to meet her, right?

However, he didn’t rush out to make his presence known. If he did so and then ended up offending this saintess, wouldn’t he eat a loss?

With caution, Quinn started observing the saintess while eavesdropping on what they were talking about.

As he tracked her, he found out a lot of information, which was very helpful.

The era he was in was indeed very ancient, several millennia ago, and this saintess was named Zahrah, just like his Zara.

This Zara was a saintess who worshipped the goddess of health, the deity who blesses people with health. And Zahrah was the saintess who healed the believers on behalf of the goddess.

This Zahrah was blessed with everything and lived such a good life despite being constrained in the temple.

Seeing her, Quinn felt envious and wished desperately that his Zara could live like this as well. Despite having money, she didn’t live the way she wanted. She was sick and dying. When can she even have time to enjoy her life?

He didn’t know how long he watched and followed Zahrah in her everyday life. It took him a few hours to realize that he was existing in spirit form. No one could see him, so he was free to walk around as he pleased.

He was more of a spectator, and this made him ponder why he was being forced to watch all this. But he still did the observing earnestly.

One day, the reason why he had been watching all this suddenly became clear.

One day, during a mass prayer, Quinn saw someone he never thought he would see in such a strange era, Amir. At this time, he was just a sweeper boy, a slave who was saved by Zahrah.

Ami looked pathetic the more Quinn saw him. However, though following him, he found something irritating; it made him want to beat the crap of out him. This Ami was in love with the saintess, and the way he looked at her reminded him of the way Amir looked at Ami.

if these two were entangled in this life, did this mean that he was somehow watching their first life?

If that was the case, why were the deities punishing him for letting him watch something like this?

Did they want to prove to him that they were fated to be with each other and wanted him to accept his defeat?

Even if that was the case, didn’t they have a better way to do so than torment him like this?

He wanted to cry, but there was no use. He couldn’t even wake up even if he wanted. Whoever sent him to this place wasn’t done with him yet. He could sense it.