Mr. Brady was already taking off his pants, desperate to possess Charlotte as soon as possible. With a sickening chuckle, he said, “I heard that you used to be Mr. Nacht’s woman? Hahaha! I can’t wait to get a taste of you…”
Right at the very moment, the private room’s room was busted open and a righteous-sounding voice rang,” Stop!”
A few bodyguards dashed into the private room and saved Charlotte.
Lifting her head, Charlotte noticed that it was Jackson.
“Brady, you’re a bas*ard!” Jackson pointed at Mr. Brady and gritted through his teeth, “How could you do something like that?”“Mr. White, why are you always taking this woman’s side? What kind of relationship do you have with this woman?” Mr. Brady was pissed off.
“You really have a death wish. Did you know to whom she belonged?”
The private room’s room door was kicked down once again after he was done talking.
A slender figure dashed into the room, and the man looked like he was Lucifer as he exuded a cold and domineering vibe.
Charlotte hurriedly turned her head to one side as she fumbled for her mask. She did not wish for Zachary to see her in such a disheveled manner.
However, it was too late. Zachary had already seen it all; her broken dress, and the exposed skin. His eyes burned with seething fury.
“Bas*ard, you really have a death wish!” Ben dashed over and seized the scoundrel by his throat as he berated, “How dare you lay a finger on Mr. Nacht’s woman?”
“I… I had no idea…” Mr. Brady fumbled to explain himself. “I didn’t know…”
“As if!” Jackson bellowed at the man, “I’ve told you before. She’s Mr. Nacht’s woman and told you not to get any ideas about her, but it seems like you paid no heed to my warnings.”
“Damn you, Jackson White!” Mr. Brady was boiling with fury at that point. “When have I ever stepped on your tail? Why are you throwing stones at me now?”
Then, the man turned and explained to Zachary, “Mr. Nacht, I only came here because of Ms. Blackwood. She said that she would consider collaborating with me if I rape this woman.”
Zachary removed his coat and draped it over Charlotte and ordered with an icy cold tone, “Get out of here first.”
She clutched onto the coat like it was a life-saving straw and staggered over to Olivia’s side. The duo then hurried out of the room.
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