Zachary was jolted when he heard her words. As his fingers continued to dance on the keyboard, he looked at her passionately. “Worried about me?”
Realizing her Freudian slip, Charlotte blushed and bit her lower lip, not daring to utter another word.
When he saw how embarrassed she was, Zachary couldn’t help but be touched. He used his leg under the table to nudge her. “Come over!”
“Why…”
With her heart racing, Charlotte glanced at him bashfully before averting her gaze.
“Hurry up,” Zachary demanded.
Charlotte dawdled towards him. Despite being just a few steps apart, it felt as if they were a thousand kilometers away. It took her a long time to close the distance.
Ben grew anxious. Are these two actually being lovey-dovey at such a crucial moment?
“Ah…”
Just as Charlotte cried out, Zachary pulled her into his embrace.
Sitting on his lap, her body was trembling all over. When she was about to struggle, he ordered softly, “Don’t move.” Then, he circled his hands around her waist and continued typing away.
Charlotte didn’t dare move a muscle.
She was literally caught in the middle of a fight over a project worth tens of billions and the fate of the company. With his hands on both sides of her slender waist, she was worried that any move she made would cause a devastating impact.
And it would be an unforgivable sin.
Rolling his eyes, Ben cracked his knuckles in exasperation as he couldn’t stand the sight of them.
At that moment, he recalled that Mr. Sterk had drunk laxatives for four consecutive days and suddenly felt he could empathize with him.
As a warrior, he had killed all his enemies in cold blood.
On the other hand, Mr. Nacht fought for the fate of the world while embracing a beauty at the same time.
Although no one was doubting Mr. Nacht’s capabilities, Ben still couldn’t help but feel nervous.
Cursing like a madman in his heart still couldn’t relieve the stress that was building up within him.
“Let go of me and do this properly. At this crucial moment, how can you…”
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