Chapter 60
Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort
The sound of someone being dragged across the floor roughly reached Charlotteâs ears just seconds later as Ben hauled Wesley out of the office.
Wesley refused to give up. âMr. Nachtâ¦pleaseâ¦Iâm your most loyal worker!â
Charlotte panicked when the footsteps approached the door, and Yolanda swooped in to save her at that very moment. âCharlotte! What are you doing here?â
Charlotte grabbed Yolanda by the arm and tried to make a run for it, only to freeze in place when the door to the office opened behind her.
âWhat are you doing here?â Ben asked, surprised.
Charlotte turned around to see Wesley, clad in the security guard uniform, kneeling on the ground with Ben yanking on his collar. Wesleyâs hair was in a mess, and he looked like a shaggy, abused dog.
âCharlotte Windt!â Wesley screeched. âAre you here to watch me suffer after ruining my life?â
âMr. Holt?â Yolanda said, taken aback by the scene. âWhat are you doing, Mr. Ben?â
âThatâs none of your business! Get out of the way!â Ben barked, dragging Wesley along with him.
Ben grimaced and tugged at Wesleyâs collar to drag him away.
âCharlotte Windt! Iâm going to kill you!â Wesley suddenly yelled, pulling a dagger out of nowhere and charging towards Charlotte.
Charlotte tried to sidestep his attack, but someone pushed her from behind, making her fall to the ground.
Wesley took this chance to pin her down and drive the blade of his dagger into her shoulder, making her scream out loud.
Blood began to pour from her wound onto the ground as Ben rushed forward to subdue Wesley.
âGo away!â Wesley yelled, locking Charlotte in a chokehold and pointing his dagger at Ben. âCome any nearer and Iâll turn her into a corpse!â
âCalm down, Wesley!â Ben said. âYou donât have to do this. Youâll just get yourself into even more trouble!â
âYeah, Mr. Holt! Put down your dagger, and everything will be fine,â Yolanda added.
âWhat trouble?â Wesley snapped. âSheâs nothing but a slut! Youâre the ones beating me up, sending me to guard some forgotten place and making me suffer! All I wanted was revenge, and youâre handing me off to the police for that? Why? Just why?â
âYou deserved it!â a loud voice boomed from behind, dousing the flames of Wesleyâs anger.
Zacharyâs backlit figure emerged from the office, as though he was a deity descending from the heavens.
Wesley fell to his knees and pleaded, âMr. Nacht, please donât hand me over to the policeâ¦Iâll make sure to stay out of your way from now on!â
âJust agree to his requests, Mr. Nacht,â Yolanda said. âCharlotteâs already injured. Sheâll die if this drags on!â
Zachary narrowed his eyes as he gazed at Charlotte.
By then, Charlotte was already shaking like a leaf. Her face was as pale as a sheet, but she forced herself to stay quiet by biting down hard on her lip.
The blood from her would had long since soaked through her black uniform, and Wesleyâs dagger had already carved a bloody streak into her snowy-white neck.
âHaha! I think I know why youâre treating me like this. Itâs because of her, isnât it?â Wesley scoffed. âRest assured that I havenât touched her yet. If you let me go, sheâll be yours forever.â
Charlotte looked up to meet Zachary in the eyes with a start. No wayâ¦
âYou have no right to threaten me like that!â Zachary snapped, his voice colder than ice. âNo one does!â
No one expected him to say that, and an eerie silence settled over the corridor.
âSo you want her to die?â Wesley growled, pressing the dagger deeper into Charlotteâs skin.
She kept her chin up and forced herself to stay still, though the scent of death had already filled her nostrils.