Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 804

Zachary felt someone tug on his arm from behind.

“F*ck off!” he roared.

Cynthia shuddered, and she turned pale.

The two female medical staff beside her also shook in fear, holding in their breaths.

Zachary's fury also scared away the guests at the scene.

After a long, dreadful silence, Zachary finally took a deep breath before turning to look at Cynthia.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Cynthia quivered as she gestured to Zachary. “Zachary, did I do something wrong? Did I do something to anger you?”

For some reason, Zachary could not bear to lash out at her any longer.

Frowning, he ordered, “Send her back.”

“Understood.” The medical staff promptly helped Cynthia back into the car.

The bodyguard closed the doors and drove off.

All the while, Ben was observing Zachary's facial expressions very closely. Eyeing him tentatively, he said, “I don't think Ms. Lindberg has recalled anything just yet. This is no time to be panicking like this. How about we go in and check on her?”

Zachary strode off without even looking at him.

hall still seemed rather lively, with the incredible piano pieces filling up the entire room. However, the guests dared not dance or enjoy themselves at all due to the unmistakable tension

door was left ajar. Louis was doing all he could to take care of Charlotte. “How are you feeling? Do you need me to call an

warm water, she finally looked up. Catching a glimpse of Zachary at the door, her gaze turned cold. “Mr. Nacht, don't you need to keep your wife company? Why

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her eyebrows. “I don't care if I'm at the workplace or on the battlefield. I,

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