When Zachary called Charlotte the previous night, he had boarded a chartered private jet to fly him into Arkfield.
He wanted to tell her that he would be arriving early in the morning and that he wished to have a proper conversation with her, but Louis cut off his call.
Although Zachary was rather ticked off by that, he did not pursue the matter.
That was because he trusted Charlotte and believed that she still loved him and would never cheat on him with another man.
However, a terrible surprise greeted him when he arrived at the manor.
Even though he did not enter the bedroom and was still standing quite a distance from the door, he had seen everything that he needed to see.
His height allowed him to see over the women’s heads in front of him, so he had a clear view of the bedroom.
With his own eyes, he saw the naked figures of Louis and Charlotte on the bed. The entire room was in a mess. Anybody could have easily guessed what had happened the night before in that room.
“Z-Zachary, when did you get here?” Sherlyn was startled to see Zachary.
She had not considered him in her intricate scheme.
In fact, she had no idea that Zachary would be arriving in the manor at this hour.
However, this is quite a good surprise…
Zachary did not reply to her as his eyes were still fixed on the scene in the bedroom.
Recently, the treatments he had been undergoing caused him to lose a lot of weight, and hence his eyes were sunken. His hair had grown long, and there were lines on his face where there once were none.
Even so, his eyes were still sharp, and he still exuded a domineering aura.
Beneath them, emotions rolled like raging waves in a sea at night.
Sherlyn felt rather flustered by his expression. She knew that blood would spill if Zachary were to lose his temper.
However, when reminded that they were in the Laurent family’s manor, she quickly steeled herself. This is my territory. Besides, Charlotte and Louis are about to get married.
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