Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 1033

“If you hadn't committed all those dirty deeds, no one would be after you.” Henry threw the paper in his hands at Zara's face. He scolded, “Look at what you have done. Are you even a Nacht? You have utterly disgraced our family!”

“Isn't it obvious you were the one who forced me to do it?”

Zara was already sixty. When she was reprimanded by Henry in front of others, her rage intensified at the humiliation.

“You... you're beyond saving!” Henry was so angry that he felt as if his heart was about to explode. “If I had known better, I shouldn't have saved you. Instead, I should have let you die...”

“You saved me? I only came here because I have no other choice.” Zara yelled angrily, “Are you now planning to hand me over to Zachary? Or to the Lindberg family where they can chop me up to bits?”

“You...”

“Enough, Ms. Zara.”

Not wanting Henry to be further agitated, Spencer stepped in to reduce the tension.

“The private jet is ready. It will leave H City on the pretext of returning to M Nation. On its way there, it will drop you off at Alendor. Despite Mr. Nacht's old age and deteriorating health, he is still trying his best to protect you. You should at the very least appreciate what he has done.”

Henry was the only person left that could save

Zara's tone finally wavered. “I'll listen

depart.” Henry

began preparations. “Ms. Zara, you

to dress Zara up in a disguise before fitting her into a large suitcase. After loading her

car, Spencer looked out at the rain with a grim expression. Despite how steady he had always

Nacht reassured, “no

Nacht,” Spencer couldn't resist asking, “If Mr. Zachary finds out, he might

However, I have no choice but to make another one. You don't have children of your own, so you won't understand my dilemma. Back then, I felt like dying after what happened to Harrison and Beatrice. But now, I only have Zara

sentence. When he told Zara that she was to be sent to Alendor, and

her stay in

only way he could keep her

her experience living a primitive

knowing what to say, Spencer