Indeed, Zachary was the only one who had the ability to stop the Bar DTT from operating.

Charlotte then thought about Bruce, the Rolls-Royce, and all the other pieces of evidence.

Everything was pointing toward the fact that Zachary was the gigolo.

If that’s true, then Zachary is the father of my children.

Well, I guess a genius president who’s powerful in the corporate world is better than a gigolo from a nightclub.At those thoughts, Charlotte could not help but feel overjoyed. In fact, she even started imagining the scene of her children meeting their father.

However, she soon stopped her wishful thinking.

No, if Nacht Group had been the one who took over Windt Corporation and led it to bankruptcy, which in turn forced my father to a dead end, then Zachary is the murderer of my father.

How can the murderer of my father be the father of my children?

At that thought, Charlotte’s heart sank.

 

“Ms. Windt!”

voice interrupted Charlotte’s train of thoughts. Returning to her senses, she said to the driver,

nodded to

phone and started calling a list of

I’m Charlotte. I’m hoping to

sentence,

“Ms. Freeman, I’m Charlotte-”

The call ended again.

Yes, I’m back. Are you free to meet? I’m hoping to talk

four picked up, and only

the location they agreed

felt conflicted. On one hand, she wished that Zachary were the gigolo, but on the other, she hoped that he

she wished Hector had made a mistake—that the bankruptcy of Windt Corporation

entering the office and

Judd, now had a real

quickly assigned tasks to his subordinates before he led Charlotte to a nearby café. In a rather passionate yet slightly awkward manner, he greeted, “Miss, it’s been many years since we’ve seen each other. You still look the same. I’ve been thinking of contacting you, but I was worried that

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255