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qCharlotte returned home after seeing Francesca off to find Zachary sipping on his coffee with an open newspaper in his hands.

Flaring up instinctively, she stomped toward him. “Why did you lie to Francesca, Zachary?”

He folded the newspaper and smiled pleasantly at her in response. “You're home, Wifey. Have some breakfast.”

Charlotte wrenched his ear. “Answer me.”

“I will after you make yourself comfortable.” Zachary coaxed her patiently despite the pain. “Have you seen her ledger?”

“I did.” Charlotte maintained her frosty glare. “Though what she did was over the line, you were the one to have agreed to it with your thumbprint. Don't make promises you can't keep!”

“I was so ill that I did not even know what I was agreeing to,” he protested indignantly. “All I remember was my thumb being nipped for blood whenever she charged me for something. You can imagine how much I've been taken advantage of.”

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abated momentarily. “That does sound like her.

the middle of chastising him, her brow hardened again. “Be that as it may, you owe her your life. If

replied calmly. “As all of the resources of Nacht Group are currently under your name, I'm left with only ten million or

too angry to speak. “You businessmen are all the

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with shock. “Why didn't you

look bad. As your wife, it is my duty, unpleasant as it is, to take on your debt. Besides, it is to my future sister-in-law you owe money.

Zachary protested. “They carry sentimental value. I would have just paid her if I knew you were going to do something like this. I was

to hand everything back, can I? I made up for the balance