Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“We're husband and wife. Don't you trust me?” Charlotte's brows knitted together. “You used to trust me a lot.”

“Stop talking about the past. You went on a date last—”

“We don't have time,” Charlotte interjected coldly. “Just do as I say!”

“You...” Words failed “Zachary.”

“Next, tell the media that we love each other dearly,” Charlotte ordered.

“Anything else?” he asked, giving up on refuting her words.

“Then, explain the situation at the board meeting,” said Charlotte.

“Zachary” waited for her to continue, but she showed no signs of wanting to explain what it was. Hence, he inquired, “What situation?”

“Our promise,” Charlotte answered, raising a brow. “Have you forgotten about it?”

“We made plenty of promises. I don't know which one you're talking about,” he came up with a great excuse.

“You promised to let me run the company for the time being,” Charlotte reminded him. “Don't you remember?”

“Of course. Of course I do.” He nodded vehemently. “All right. Anything else?”

“That's it. Do your best.”

After Charlotte finished with her instructions, the car rolled to a stop before Divine Corporation.

of journalists swarmed over to them, but the security guards Lucy

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sight of “Zochory” coused on uproor omong the journolists,

his brows, “Zochory” strode into

him, ond they looked

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see “Zochory.” “Mr. Nocht, it's greot to see you ogoin!

of Nocht Group, she hod been invited to the wedding.

hod been pretty upset ot the news, so she

olive,” the foke

of course.” Lucy bobbed her heod. “You're olive ond well. Luck

he

turned to Chorlotte. “A few boord members were

was about to enter the underground parking lot when Charlotte asked to be let off at the main entrance. She then got out of

“Zachary” caused an uproar among the journalists, who began snapping pictures of

a frown marring his brows,

trotted beside him, and they looked every inch the perfect

had their own plans

Lucy was thrilled to see “Zachary.” “Mr. Nacht, it's

trailed off, her voice choking. As one of the higher-ups of Nacht Group, she had been invited to the wedding. Alas, a

upset at the news, so she was

alive,” the fake Zachary replied

her head. “You're alive and well. Luck is on both

here?” he asked in an authoritative

Lucy turned to Charlotte. “A few board members were just asking about