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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.

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