Charlotte did not continue. She quietly tidied the documents and placed them on the desk.
Then, she cleaned up the bloodstains with a cloth.
With every wipe, she felt like she was wiping her own wound…
“Do you feel hurt because Hector got injured?” Zachary uttered.
Charlotte did not respond and continued to clean.
Losing his patience, Zachary frowned and seethed, “Are you a mute? Talk to me!”
With that, Charlotte finally stopped cleaning and looked up at him. “Why do you resort to violence? Why can’t you talk it out? Do you have to hurt others?”
Without a word, Zachary gazed at her with a complicated expression.
It took a while before he got up and slowly walked towards her.
Sunlight shone on his body. Although it gave his figure a warm hue, it somehow made him seem colder.
While he gradually approached her, Charlotte started to feel afraid. Unconsciously, she stepped back, and even the stubborn look in her eyes disappeared. Her eyes shifted, and she guiltily tried to explain, “Well, I just thought you shouldn’t resort to violence…”
He continued to walk towards her while she continued to retreat. Although she was terrified, she still mustered up her courage and confronted, “Mr. Sterling wants to discuss a partnership with you. If you don’t want to work with him, you can always turn him down. Why did you have to throw something at him?”
His black leather shoes appeared within her sight, and she drew a sharp breath. He is right in front of me.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, “If you act like that, everyone in the office would be afraid of you. Your existing and potential partners would be scared of you too…”
“Only you are not afraid of me,” Zachary growled in a dangerously low voice.
He forced her to retreat until her back was against the wall and she had nowhere else to go.
Then, he placed one hand on her shoulder while his other hand pinched her cheek to force her to look into his fiery eyes.
“I…” Charlotte stammered.
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