Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 1320

“What do you mean?” Charlotte glared at him.

“After doing all you can to escape from the Laurent family, now you want to go back to him?” Zachary demanded irritably. “Did you forget what he did to you just after a few weeks? What is inside that heart of yours? It must be filthy and foolish.”

“You're nuts.” Charlotte didn't want to waste time arguing with him. “It's none of your business,” she declared heatedly.

Having said that, she spun on her heels to leave. Without warning, Zachary grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall.

He growled menacingly, “Charlotte Lindberg, if you weren't the mother of my children, I would've stayed out of your matters. Pull yourself together, please. You're a down-and-out socialite from the Lindberg family, so the Laurent family won't be nice to you. You'll merely invite death if this goes on.”

“Have you said enough? Let me go!” Charlotte bristled and tried to free herself, but Zachary refused to let her leave.

They were in the midst of a struggle when a furious voice barked, “Let her go!”

Looking up, Charlotte saw Louis standing not far away, breathless with anger. He was glowering at Zachary with his fists balled up.

“You have no right to interfere in our business.” The sight of Louis merely stoked Zachary's fury. He declared arrogantly, “Your engagement is over. I was the one who rescued her from your family.”

“She's my fiancée! Let her go now!” Louis roared like a ferocious beast.

The more he acted this way, the more infuriated Zachary got.

In response, Zachary held Charlotte's waist possessively and said in a provoking manner, “Your fiancée? She has been mine all the while—in the past, and right now.”

“Hey!” Rage ran red through Louis' brain. He whipped out a dagger out of nowhere and aimed right for Zachary. “Die, Zachary!”

“No, Louis!” Charlotte screamed.

as he clenched

of

was as if time itself had

his eyes in shock as he

in his tracks, shocked

firmly, and the sharp edges

trickled down and stained

his grip on the dagger, trembling profusely. “W-Why

Zachary sent him flying with a kick before taking Charlotte's hand to stop her from losing

Lat har go now!”

this way, tha mora

hald Charlotta's waist possassivaly and said in a provoking mannar, “Your fiancéa? Sha

brain. Ha whippad out a daggar

“No, Louis!” Charlotta scraamad.

narrowad as ha clanchad his fists, raady to

Charlotta shovad him out of tha way and grabbad tha

tima itsalf had coma to

in shock as

haltad in his tracks,

to tha daggar firmly, and

and stainad har whita

shriakad. Ha ralaasad his grip on tha daggar, trambling profusaly. “W-Why