“She provoked me first,” Zachary said coldly.
Old Mr. Nacht reprimanded, “We all know who started all this. If you didn’t raise your hand to Chris, your aunt wouldn’t have done anything to your company.”
With a stony expression, Zachary retorted, “But Chris was the one who offended me first.”
Old Mr. Nacht was so angry that he raised his voice. “All that just for a woman? Chris is your cousin! Yet, you almost strangled him to death because of that woman!”
“So? He didn’t die in the end anyway.” Zachary’s words dripped with disdain.“How preposterous!” Old Mr. Nacht knocked his cane against the floor, and it made a loud thud.
Charlotte was so terrified that she started shuddering, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
After listening to their conversation, she finally understood what had happened. It turned out that Chris was Zachary’s cousin. She was drugged and almost raped by him that day. Arriving in time, Zachary saved her and beat Chris to a pulp.
And it was because of this that Zachary offended his aunt.
So Zachary’s aunt was the one who ordered some men to cause a scene at Divine Corporation’s product launch?
Right then, realization dawned on Charlotte. I’m the root cause of the conflict between the members of the Nacht family. No wonder Mr. Nacht hates me. Maybe he even sees me as a threat.
Zachary murmured under his breath, “Who would have known that he was so weak?”
Glaring at Zachary coldly, old Mr. Nacht declared, “That’s enough! I’ve discussed with your aunt, and she promised to leave your company alone, so you’re not allowed to irk her again.”
Zachary replied indifferently, “As long as she doesn’t bare her fangs at me, I won’t do the same.”
“That woman… She’s here, right?” asked old Mr. Nacht.
Charlotte almost collapsed onto the ground after hearing that. How did Mr. Nacht know that I’m here?
“Yeah,” Zachary admitted.
Old Mr. Nacht scoffed, “She’s living with you already? What? Are you thinking of marrying her?”
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