The Billionaire's Cursed Heiress
Chapter 54: ZARA GOES ON A DATE

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: ZARA GOES ON A DATE

"This ... what do you all think?" she asked hesitantly as she looked at the two women who were like her mothers, sisters and bosom friends.

Emma and Ava both looked at each other and honestly, they were too stunned to know what to say at the moment.

"Should I meet with him or not?" Zara was simply frustrated the more she thought about it.

"Ahem .... Miss, you said that the ring is of great importance to you, right?" Emma asked after a cough, doing her best to sound very convincing of what she was about to say.

Zara nodded upon hearing that. "Um, it’s very important. If I don’t get it, then it’s guaranteed that I will definitely die!"

"Boom!"

"You .. this ... then Miss, there is no need to think too much about it. Since that person has it, you can go on a date with him and see what he wants!" Emma hesitated a bit before answering determinately.

Ava also nodded seriously as she looked at Zara.

"As long as it’s something that can be done to keep you alive, then it should be done. We can’t let such an opportunity pass by like that!"

"But ... what if he asks for more strange things to give it to me? I am worried that he might be a pervert!" Zara felt wronged as she thought of the sender’s tone.

That person didn’t hold any good intentions towards her. Although she could sense that he wasn’t that malicious towards her again, the fact that he wanted to go on a date with her, who looked more like a fourteen-year-old, truly worried her.

Just what kind of fetish did he have for him to ask her something like that?

Emma smiled dotingly when she heard about Zara’s worries.

"Miss, you need to trust the surrounding people. We brought a lot of strong people and nothing will harm you. Trust us. No matter what, we need to see this person and if he can spit out the ring, then let’s get it. As for what he will ask for, let’s take it one step at a time!" Emma said convincingly as she looked at Zara with a reassuring smile.

When Zara heard and saw that, she heaved with relief.

Yes, with so many people protecting her openly and in the shadows, why should she fear?

"Okay then. I will meet up with him!" she finally decided, determination visible in her eyes.

Hearing that, the two ladies also heaved with relief and began to prepare Zara for her date.

With the date coming, there won’t be any LIVE broadcast that day, so Emma had the IT team send a notification about that as well.

Since that was her first date, Emma and Ava put more focus on what she was wearing. They didn’t know what would happen but as people who raised Zara, they inwardly wished for whoever was holding the ring that their Miss wanted to be a serious person.

They always believed in destiny and fate. And seeing how Zara came all the way to Lingren Village for that ring and for that man to appear holding the ring, wasn’t this what they call a fate blessed by the heavens? The one with the red thread connecting the two!

And since they were believers, they both had an inkling that whoever would be coming to pick their Miss up later would be seeing him a lot in the future.

And whoever that person was, they couldn’t wait to see him. But before they do that, dolling Zara was a must.

So, when Zara saw herself in the mirror, once everything was done, she couldn’t help but look at Emma and Ava suspiciously.

Since when did she start dressing like a doll like that?

She couldn’t help but wonder as she sized her reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Ding!" as she admired herself, another message popped in once again.

This time, Emma and Ava were around, so they were able to witness Zara reading the message from the stranger.

[I think by now you should be done. Please come outside, I will be waiting for you!]

"OMG! Miss, this person, I don’t think that he is bad!" Emma said excitedly as her mind started spinning several tales.

"I believe so too. He seems well-mannered!" Ava added.

"You think so?" a blush appeared on Zara’s face as she mumbled her question.

"Yes. But we can’t hastily judge. Let’s just wait and see."

"He is waiting. Let us not keep him waiting. We need to acquire the ring as soon as possible."

With the enthusiasm of the two, the dolled-up Zara was gracefully wheeled out of the bedroom and all the way out of the house.

As soon as they exited the house, Zara’s good eyes never disappointed her at all, as she time quickly spotted a tall figure standing tall and elegantly by the gate with a bouquet in hand.

"Badum, badum, badum, badum," even from a distance, the man’s posture and demeanor still managed to make Zara’s heart race wildly in a manner it never did.

With her acting like that before meeting the man face to face, what would happen in minutes?

She was quite nervous about that, actually.

Fortunately, the two ladies seemed to be more interested in the man than her, so they were unable to see that rare appearance of Zara.

"Miss, he looks very tall!"

"He must be from a well-off family, too."

"Just look at the way he is standing. He reminds me of the old master!"

The two ladies happily chirped as they wheeled Zara to the gate.

When Quinn wasn’t around, the bodyguards usually received commands from Emma. So, when they were leaving, Emma commanded the bodyguards to keep a distance, otherwise, they would only infuriate Zara in the process.

Watching the three coming was Amir. He stood tall expressionless; however, he couldn’t hide the wild thoughts he had been doing his best to suppress for a very long time.

She was finally coming to him. They were finally about to meet. Even though he had used malicious means to meet up with him, the fact that she agreed to meet him was all that mattered to him.

All his life, he told himself to succumb to fate and just go with the flow. However, that was no more. His destiny was right in front of him. So why should he be a saint and keep her away from him?

For once, he was going to be selfish, even if it meant taking what he wanted by force or through deceit.

Once everything was on his palms, who would care about the means used?