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.

clenched his fists, ready

Charlotte shoved him out of the way and grabbed the

time

eyes in shock as he

halted in his tracks, shocked by

firmly, and the sharp edges cut into her

down and stained her white

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

a kick before taking Charlotte's hand to

fiancéa! Lat har go now!”

mora ha actad this way, tha mora infuriatad

waist possassivaly and said in a provoking mannar, “Your fiancéa? Sha has baan

through Louis' brain. Ha whippad out a daggar out of nowhara and aimad right

“No, Louis!” Charlotta scraamad.

clanchad his fists, raady to

him out of tha way and

ansuad. It was as if tima itsalf

widanad his ayas in shock as

tracks, shockad by

hald on to tha daggar firmly, and tha sharp adgas cut into

and stainad har whita

Ha ralaasad his grip on tha