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
Charlotte got into the car.“Now, tell me. How on earth did you manage to drive the car across the river?” Zachary casually asked as he sat in the driver’s seat.Charlotte would have completely forgotten about that if he hadn’t mentioned it. She stared out of the window absent-mindedly. “This river may seem to be filled with water on the surface, but there are two stone pillars hidden in its depths. The surface of the stone pillars is around 20 centimeters beneath the river’s surface. The distance between those stone pillars is similar to the distance between a car’s tires. I used those pillars to drive the car across the river.”“Oh?” Zachary mused.He was the King of Drag Racing, who had driven through every harsh terrain in Rothesay, yet he was not aware of this hidden gem. How could a frail little girl like her possibly be aware of this?A hint of sadness flitted across Charlotte’s eyes, as she knew exactly what Zachary was thinking.“Bryson loved motorcycle racing. I joine
Charlotte chose a room she liked.She had received the devastating news that her father had fallen into Bryson and Victor’s trap after her delivery. She’d had to drag her frail body everywhere, like a small boat adrift in a violent storm at sea, unable to find peace. Now, she had successfully put her father’s worries to rest, and her mind was finally at ease.Charlotte had not expected that the man who saved a lonely, helpless little boat like her would have been a stranger to her just a few days ago.She fell asleep as soon as her head landed on the pillow.Then, she had a dream—another dream about Bryson.In her dream, she and Bryson were in a strange, large room. The room was dark, and there were no lights. Bryson was walking in front of her and would turn around and smile at her from time to time. “Hold onto my hand, Charlotte. Don’t get lost, or I’ll lose you forever.”Charlotte ran toward him but couldn’t catch up to him at all.‘Bryson… Bryce!’She wanted to call out his