The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 902

Rapid footsteps approached the door, followed by a sharp knock. “Mr. Jardin,” called a voice from

the other side.

Zach turned from peering at the door to Madelyn, noting her swollen red eyes and the tear tracks on her face. He softly brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I’ve got some things to take care of, but I’ll be back soon,” he assured her with a gentle tone.

Zach stood up, and Madelyn, looking mad, chucked a pillow at him. He did not even flinch. Picking up the pillow, he put it back behind her.

“I’ll never marry you!” Madelyn snapped, her eyes fiery.

Zach smoothed her hair gently, “Hey, just be good, okay?”

Zach exited the room and closed the door behind him. As he walked, he heard sounds echoing–a sign the hallway was not soundproof. Upon going one floor down, he asked his bodyguard, “What’s

the situation?”

Speaking softly, the bodyguard replied, “We caught a paparazzi snapping photos.”

The warmth in Zach’s eyes turned to ice, “Where is he?”

“He’s detained in the lobby, waiting for your instructions.”

A reporter was sprawled on the ground in the lobby, his pricey camera lying nearby.

to free himself. He said in a strong voice, “Let me go! I’ve done nothing wrong. Just so

me out of here, I’m going to sue you

defiantly, “Go ahead and try calling them then.”

with a presence that turned heads, Zach caught the eye of the paparazzi. Known for his dramatic climb from a foster child to the CEO of Jardin Corporation,

a joke, Mr. Jardin,” Patrick stuttered in

of you, I

camera from the bodyguard. He sat with an ease that belied the intimidating air

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way to the top, no big deal. However, once he actually met Zach, Patrick regretted ever messing with him. “You’ve looked through everything, Mr. Jardin. May I

the camera, showing

away with just a warning. However, Zach’s

edge, “Break his

grave nod, “Yes,

as he stammered, “W-Wait, please. This is a mistake. The

their way!”

Patrick a stern look, “Start

trouble. Three, two…”

‘one,’ panic overtook Patrick. “Okay, okay! It’s on me,” he admitted, fear

overtaking him.

Patrick to stand up. Quickly, Patrick’s gaze shifted to the door, and he made a break for it. He had not gotten far when an