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.

in a strong voice, “Let me go! I’ve done nothing wrong. Just so you

me out of here, I’m going to

defiantly, “Go ahead and try calling

of the paparazzi. Known for his dramatic climb from a foster child to the CEO of Jardin Corporation, his influence was unmatched in Ventropolis. Now, face to face with Zach, Patrick found himself

a joke, Mr. Jardin,” Patrick stuttered in haste. “I swear, there

on that camera–nothing of

bodyguard. He sat with

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CEO who had muscled his way to the top, no big deal. However, once he actually met Zach,

on the camera, showing no emotion. For a

just a warning. However,

edge, “Break his leg.”

bodyguard gave a grave nod, “Yes, sir.”

“W-Wait, please. This is a mistake. The cops are

their way!”

camera aside and gave Patrick a stern look, “Start talking now, or

trouble. Three,

panic overtook Patrick. “Okay, okay!

overtaking him.

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 ashtray flew at him, striking him right behind the knee. The impact sent