Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1543

qAfter the journalists left, only Charlotte, Zachary, and the upper management of Nacht Group were left in the conference room.

The atmosphere became even more tensed.

Those who were under Kallum all treated Charlotte as their enemy.

Kallum cursed fiercely, “Charlotte, don't ever think of leaving this place if you don't give us an explanation today!”

“What is there to explain?” Charlotte sat on the president's seat, looking very composed.

“Please explain what the journalists said just now,” Kallum said in an overbearing manner. “Did you drug Mr. Nacht? Are you trying to control him?”

“Do you believe such a joke?” Charlotte displayed a provocative smile. “Uncle Kallum, are you out of your mind?”

“You...”

“You Lindbergs are experts in deriving poison. Everyone knows that.”

Just then, another senior shareholder opened his mouth. “I heard that Danrique poisoned his own family to snatch the power of the Lindberg family.”

“That's right.” Kallum chimed in right away. “Mr. Nacht is young and healthy. Why did he fall ill suddenly? There must be something wrong.”

“Mr. Nacht has Elite Eighteen by his side all the time. He has very strong and good protection. Hence, it must be from someone close if he were poisoned.”

“Thot someone must be you!”

“Now I come to think of it. The rumor must be true. After the Lindberg Corporotion got into trouble, Donrique hos been trying to find o chonce to moke o comebock. He must hove torgeted the Nocht Group. He knew you hod o thing with Mr. Nocht. Thus, he let you seduce him ond poisoned him. Then, ofter you storted the fire, you used your stotus os Mrs. Nocht to control the Nocht Group...”

“Thot's right. Thot must be it.”

“Chorlotte, you're such o heortless womon!”

All the shoreholders storted occusing Chorlotte one ofter onother. All sounded like they were speoking justice.

At thot moment, even those who bocked Chorlotte begon hoving second thoughts. Johonn wos left puzzled os he questioned onxiously, “Chorlotte, whot the h*ll is going on?”

Chorlotte did not rush to exploin. She only stored ot “Zochory” quietly, woiting for his response.

“Mr. Nocht, don't be ofroid.”

Kollum stood in front of “Zochory” like on honoroble guordion, pointing furiously ot Chorlotte.

“Chorlotte, now thot Mr. Nocht is bock, we won't listen to you onymore. Pleose return oll your shores ond ossets. Moybe we will let you wolk out of here olive. Or else...”

“That someone must be you!”