Charlotte couldn't help but smile. "So you haven't gotten off work yet, right?" The woman looked at the couple bitterly. "Of course not. Their divorce is more important than anything. Even if I don't get to eat or starve to death by the workstation, I still have to work overtime for them to get divorced." "Okay, got it. Thank you..." Charlotte turned to look at Zachary. "Mr. Connor, you heard that, right?" Zachary looked disdainful. "You’re simply wasting my time." This woman just would not stop! She had clearly lost, so what was the point of pulling him here just to listen to this female staff member complain? Charlotte raised her face. "Mr. Connor, surely someone as smart as you would know that he’s lost?" As if he had just heard a huge joke, Zachary had a combination of joy and anger in his eyes, which looked like a painting. "According to the bet we agreed on, if you got to the city hall before noon, you’d be considered the winner. When you arrived, it was alrea
"..." Mr. Zebrowski was obviously dumbfounded. He couldn’t help looking at Charlotte Simmons, who was sitting next to Zachary Connor. She had to be Mr. Connor's wife-to-be, right? Couples who came to the city hall to receive their marriage certificate would normally be filled with joy, so why was Mr. Connor’s expression as dark as night? Fine! Mr. Connor always had the same cold look, as if he had facial paralysis. How many people had actually seen him smile? When Mr. Zebrowski saw Zachary Connor's straight face, he did not dare speak anymore and he hurriedly arranged for someone to go through the marriage procedure for Zachary Connor and Charlotte Simmons. A few minutes later, Charlotte and Zachary took their wedding photos. The photographer looked at Zachary Connor's face through the lens. "Please smile, sir." Zachary Connor was expressionless. The photographer said, "Most people only get married once in their lives. This wedding photo will likely follow you for t
Charlotte Simmons, the woman who had been betrayed and hurt by the person she’d loved the most, was in the same boat with him. She had ulterior motives for marrying him, but she’d smiled very brightly! Charlotte Simmons, the woman who had beaten him in a bet twice in a row! Charlotte Simmons, a weak but stubborn woman! Charlotte Simmons... Darn it! What had happened to him? His marriage to that woman was nothing more than a deal. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her name? When Charlotte drove home, she drove past Bryson's seaside villa. She saw Bryson walking by the man-made lake outside the courtyard while holding Tiffany. "Bryce, the person in that car looks like Charlotte." Tiffany pointed at Charlotte from a distance. Bryson turned his gaze to Charlotte. Charlotte did not stop or slow down. She simply drove away. The moment she had burned Bryson's belongings with her own hands, she and Bryson had been completely over! She was Zachary Connor's wife now.
Victor Rutherford grinned. "Did you think I wouldn’t know? It’s precisely because you married Zachary Connor that I’m even more excited." "..." Charlotte panicked. She had not expected Victor to be so audacious even though he knew that she was Zachary Connor's wife. "Charlotte, although it’s a little inconvenient for you since you’ve just given birth, I don't care. Today, I’ll ask the bodyguard to record the entire process and post it online… Of course, I won’t expose my own face. I’ll get someone to blur my face out, but your face will be completely exposed. You’ll lose your reputation as the most wanted socialite. When that happens, Zachary Connor will definitely look down on you and kick you out." Charlotte looked at Victor as though she was looking at a monster. "Victor Rutherford, you’re crazy!" "Even if I'm crazy, it’s because of you, you disobedient, rebellious woman! Ha ha..." "Ha ha ha ha..." While Victor was laughing maniacally, he pounced on Charlotte. He
Zachary took a few big steps on his long legs and, in the blink of an eye, he was already next to the sofa. Victor Rutherford was fat and shaped like an egg. He also weighed more than 180 pounds. Zachary's strength was so great that he grabbed Victor by his clothes and lifted him away from Charlotte before throwing him on the ground. "Ouch…" Victor was stunned by Zachary’s aura. He was thrown to the ground face-down, and though he was hurting and bleeding, he dared not scream in pain. He could only endure it and look at Zachary fearfully. The two bodyguards who were holding Charlotte's hands and feet let go of her and stood there in a daze. They did not even dare breathe. "Tell me what the consequences of upsetting me are." Zachary's voice was like a wind blowing from the top of a snow-capped mountain, coming down on Victor coldly. Victor shuddered in fear. "Mr. Connor, I swear I won’t ever do it again in the future. I deserve to die! I deserve it! I deserve it..." Vict
“Stop dreaming,” Zachary replied, his voice emotionless as he looked icily at the woman in front of him. “I would have done the same for any woman that became my wife. You’re not special at all.”Charlotte’s lips curled into a self-deprecating smile as she said, “Save your breath. I know my own place.”She wasn’t special?The higher the status of a person, the more they cared about their reputation. She had publicly defeated Zachary twice and won two bets. In other words, she had left him with an egg on his face twice in public. Therefore, it was considered a blessing from God that Zachary was not holding a grudge against her, and she was not foolish enough to think that she deserved a special place in his heart. Zachary did not answer but scanned her up and down with a clearly disdainful gaze. Then, he turned around and left the bathroom. He slammed the door shut. His black, jewel-like eyes were dark as he listened to the rippling sound of water that wafted from the bathroom.
Holding a cigarette between his lips, Zachary looked ahead expressionlessly, his eyes deep as the fathomless sea. Nobody dared to say anything, and the atmosphere in the hall was oppressive. Time passed second by second, and each second was as long as a century for Victor. Roughly eight minutes later, a series of footsteps were heard from the other side of the door. The footfalls grew louder and louder and then stopped. The door was pushed open, and two men, one tall and one short, stepped into their line of vision and appeared in the living room. Both of them bowed reverently before Zachary and said, “Mr. Connor, we heard you were looking for us?”Victor took a glance at the two men, and his stomach started to flip-flop. He had never seen anyone as ugly as them before. Not only were their facial features grotesque, but their faces were also filled with purplish-red cysts to the point that he could smell their stench even though there was still some distance between them. Vi
’What?’‘What did he mean by that? I’m clearly wrapped in a large towel!’Besides, Victor had torn her clothes to shreds. This towel was the only thing in the bathroom that was big enough to cover her entire body!‘What more does he want from me?’‘Was I supposed to stay in the bathtub forever?’Charlotte wasn’t in the mood to argue with Zachary. She pursed her lips and trudged resentfully toward her bedroom.Zachary shot a nonchalant glance at her figure.‘Charlotte Simmons!’‘How typical! She’s just like any other celebrity—stupid.’They all thought that they could worm their way into his good graces simply by stripping and exposing their naked bodies in front of him.More than five minutes later, Charlotte re-entered the living room after putting on a new set of clothes.Zachary had only intended to glance at her at first… but he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from her. This time, Charlotte was wearing a white shirt, casual pants, and comfy sports shoes. She looked f