The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 863

Because… Madelyn’s concern was not unreasonable. Zach never wanted to get involved in someone else’s personal matters, let alone Fred’s..

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and dialed someone’s number.

It was only nine-thirty at the time.

The Jardin Corporation was still brightly lit, and the employees, including Kevin, were working late into the night.

“Hello, Mr. Jardin,” Kevin said.

Zach directly said, “Have someone keep a close watch on Mya. Don’t let her and Fred have any contact.”

‘Mya and Fred?’ Kevin could not fathom how Mya could be connected to Fred.

Fred was an extremely dangerous man, and countless women would always surround him. As for Mya Harper, she was nothing but a child to Fred.

If Fred was really attracted to her, he would most likely make her life miserable.

Kevin had always been an efficient man. He contacted a few private detectives and paparazzi who stalked Fred and found something in just a while.

he gathered to Zach’s inbox.

phone vibrating, he immediately furrowed his brow. This was

the room next door. Madelyn had already fallen asleep as she held

placed Dalton in the crib, carried Madelyn in his arms, and went back to their room.

wake her up. He stroked her hair affectionately as he said, “What you owe me

the next day, but Zach’s movement was what

Zach was done, she

placed her back on the bed,

to the Jardin Corporation, with Kevin already waiting for him downstairs.

the news is ready. Mr. Jardin, are you sure you want to do

everything to you for a second time?”

with Ms. Young rashly like this, it would raise suspicions. They might even find out about the

have to care about what other people think of my company. Things like this will happen sooner or later. Announcing it now will not make any difference.”

want to make Ms. Jent your legitimate wife, it’s better to

shot him a cold glance, “Since when is this

Jardin.” Kevin had no choice

announced, it quickly made headlines. Everyone

luxurious five-star hotel, a man sat on a sofa in front of a French window. He had a tanned complexion and a muscular chest, looking somewhat