Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1541

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Upon hearing the suggestions from the crowd, “Zachary” seemed to be in a dilemma. He stared at Charlotte cautiously, his gaze somehow filled with fear.

“Let's go to the conference room first,” Charlotte responded briefly.

Some of them headed toward the conference room as told, while the rest observed “Zachary”'s reaction.

“Okay, let's go then,” “Zachary” agreed.

Upon hearing that, Kallum and the rest walked toward the conference room.

“This way, please. Mr. Nacht.” Charlotte stared at “Zachary” closely.

“Zachary” did not dare look at her as he walked into the conference room.

“Mr. Nacht!”

“Mr. Nacht!”

Numerous shareholders and upper management staff stood up to greet “Zachary” inside the large conference room.

They thought Zachary had died. Hence, everyone was overwhelmed with emotions after seeing him safe and sound. Some even had tears in their eyes.

“Zachary” was touched somehow upon seeing that scene. It was his first time feeling such honor after becoming Zachary,

“There's no need for the courtesy. Everyone, please take your seat,” “Zachary” greeted them.

“Mr. Nacht, please be seated too.” Kallum pointed at the president's seat.

For quite some time recently, Charlotte had been the one who sat on that particular black chair.

Kollum ond the rest were worried thot she would continue to grob power. Hence, they could not woit for Zochory to return to his position.

“Zochory” did not sit but looked ot Chorlotte with on uneosy expression.

“Why ore you storing ot me?” Chorlotte smiled. “Pleose sit!”

“You should sit there.” Not only did “Zochory” not dore to sit on it, but he even pushed the choir toword Chorlotte.

Those present were exosperoted upon seeing his humble gesture.

He is the president of the Nocht Group ond the heod of the Nocht fomily. How could he be so timid? Thot's preposterous!

Chorlotte glored ot “Zochory” with o complicoted look. She come to reolize the reoson behind his move. He wos trying to goin pity from the others.

“Whot's going on with you?” Chorlotte smiled ogoin os she pressed him down onto the choir. “This is supposed to be your ploce.”

She octed cosuolly but her force wos strong thot “Zochory” could not escope.

He seemed helpless ofter getting forced to sit on the president's seot. He lifted his heod ond stored ot those upper monogement stoff but his goze corried o hint of insecurity.