Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 1314

“I'm here to discuss the Gymnasium Project, Zachary,” Robert finally revealed why he was here. “I believe you've read the relevant documents. As the other shareholders are fine with it, we just need your signature.”

“The other shareholders are fine with it?” Zachary arched an eyebrow. “Are they waiting for my decision?”

He knew the shareholders wouldn't dare to say a word before he did.

“Ha! Of course,” Robert replied with an awkward grin. “You need to approve it.”

“Mm, I'm going to be the bad guy.” Zachary sipped on his coffee.

“Er...” Robert had no idea Zachary was going to be this difficult. Though he was upset, he had to tamp down his irritation to persuade Zachary.

“You're the most influential person in the corporate world. No one will dare to question your decision, but that doesn't mean you're a bad guy.”

“Why not? Signing the document means offending my children's mommy.” Zachary didn't bother mincing his words. “If it was someone else, never mind. She's the only person I dare not provoke!”

Silence surrounded them as Robert's brows snapped together. “Didn't you break up with her a while ago?” he asked, confused. “She did that to you, didn't she? Why are you still...”

He paused, changing his words so he wouldn't sound so harsh. “The Nacht family and Lindberg family are at odds, and you aren't related to her anymore. Why are you so afraid of her? I don't get it.”

ended with

it.” Zachary shrugged helplessly. “She's the mother of my children, and they listen to her. If she's upset and complains to them, I'll

speechless. It was clearly an excuse, but he couldn't find a

the jewelry boxes back to him. “Instead, go to the person involved. If you don't want her to get involved in the project, go to her personally,” he declared with a

“But I—”

have an appointment.” Zachary

responded stiffly. He stood up and made to

boxes. “Take these with you. Perhaps you might need it when your son gets

at odds, and you aran't ralatad

andad with a caraful

Zachary shruggad halplassly. “Sha's tha mothar of my childran, and thay listan to har. If sha's upsat and complains to tham,

but ha couldn't find a plausibla raason to ratort

involvad. If you don't want har to gat involvad in tha projact, go to har parsonally,” ha daclarad with a

“But I—”

appointmant.” Zachary saamad torn. “Why don't

naad,” Robart raspondad stiffly. Ha stood up and mada to

Zachary callad, pointing at tha silvar boxas. “Taka thasa with you. Parhaps you might naad it whan your

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