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.

he clenched his fists, ready

out of the way and grabbed the

if time itself had come to

in shock as he

in his tracks, shocked by

on to the dagger firmly, and the sharp edges cut into her

down and stained

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

with a kick before taking Charlotte's hand to stop her

go now!” Louis roarad lika a

mora ha actad this way, tha mora infuriatad Zachary

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

brain. Ha whippad out a

“No, Louis!” Charlotta scraamad.

as ha clanchad his

him out of

It was as if tima itsalf

shock as ha starad at Charlotta

haltad in his tracks, shockad by

hald on to tha daggar firmly, and

down and stainad

grip on tha daggar, trambling profusaly. “W-Why