“Zachary” was furious to the point his face was purple and his knuckles were cracking.

Bruce instantly arranged for his subordinates to get rid of those journalists, but that hoard of journalists

refused to leave.

Unfortunately, Bruce could not force them to, for he only brought two men with him when he came out

in a rush.

Meanwhile, Nancy stood at the side of the corridor with her subordinate, trying to analyze the scene.

“Someone is clearly trying to set us up, but why is that person trying to involve me?”

“Could it be that they want to spread rumors about you and Mr. Nacht?” her subordinate quietly

suggested.

Nancy did not answer her; she only raised her head to look at “Zachary.” Nevertheless, she was clearly

agreeing with her subordinate.

However, there was one thing that came along with that answer.

Other than her father, Jesse, who else would want rumors to spread between Zachary and her?

Are things really just like what Charlotte has said?

With those thoughts in her mind, Nancy furrowed her brows.

“Here! Right here!”

The excited voices of the journalists traveled into her ears again, and when she lifted her head, she

saw a group of people trying to barge into the room. Bruce was trying to stop them, but “Zachary” was

only standing a distance away, silently watching without any expressions on his face.

“Mr. Nacht must be in shock,” Nancy said wistfully as she stared at the fake

Zachary's back.

While the group was pushing against each other outside of the room, the elevator doors opened again.

A pretty figure stepped out of the elevator and asked loudly, “Why are there so many people here? Is

there some event going on?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, “Zachary” stiffened and whipped his head around to look behind him.

Then his eyes went wide. “You—”

“Hubby? What are you doing here?” Charlotte walked over with a puzzled look on her face. “Are you

here to take me home?”

“I...” The fake Zachary continued to stare at her, unable to reel in from the shock for a long time.

“Mrs. Nacht?” Bruce hurried over and whispered, “What's going on? They all said that...”

While they were speaking, the door to the presidential suite opened. Two bodyguards then stepped out.

“What are you all doing here?”

Instantly, everyone was dumbfounded. They stared at the room for a second before turning to look at

Charlotte.

Michael was the only one in the room, sleeping. Meanwhile, Charlotte had walked out of the elevator,

completely dressed. Now, she was standing beside “Zachary.”

The scoop they all thought they had was evidently just a misunderstanding.

“Don't you have eyes? Can't you look at it yourself?”

“You were all here earlier than me. Shouldn't I be the one to ask you what's going on here?”

“Zachary” panicked. He was supposed to be there to catch Charlotte in the act of cheating, but now, he

was the target of the journalists' relentless questions. New ch?pter av?ilable o?

For a moment, “Zachary” was speechless. He did not know how to reply to them.

“I was the one who invited them to come,” Charlotte said. “Ms. Gold helped me out a while ago, so I

invited her here to thank her. At the same time, I invited my husband to join us.”

At that, she turned to Nancy and said, “Right, Ms. Gold?”

“That's right.” Nancy's reaction was equally swift. “You're simply too kind, Ms. Lindberg.”