Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary)

It was now a week before Zachary and Charlotte's wedding...

As a means of forcing Francesca to show up, Danrique locked all her assets and jewelry in his office safe and waited for her to walk into the trap.

Francesca soon stormed into the president's office with a few eagles.

He was sitting on his black leather chair in a cocky manner, twirling the pen in his hand as he stared at her coldly through narrowed eyes.

“Rogue...” A familiar voice suddenly rang out from the stereo as Francesca was about to speak.

“|, Francesca Felch, swear to repay Rogue for saving my life. If | can't repay him, I'll devote myself to him. If 1 go back on my words, let me die a horrible death!”

As soon as the recording finished, there was a sudden crack of thunder outside, causing her to shudder in fright, and her courage fled her instantly.

“Do you still remember this, you d*mned woman? You swore on it yourself!” Danrique stood up and slowly approached her. “If you don't, then let me remind you...”

Francesca thought back to the day he made her swear on the mountain and the time she sent the children to his company half a year ago before running away from him.

But none of these matter now. What matters is that | must get my money back now! “Cut the cr*p, Danrique. Give me back my money.” Francesca swept a gaze over the office and quickly fixed her eyes on the safe nearby, which had a photo taped to it.

In the photograph, Danrique had his head tilted with a stoic expression, whereas Francesca was wearing a red wig and leaning toward him.

Although their lips were pressed together, it did not look like they were kissing.

They had kissed by accident, and the moment was inadvertently photographed, so they looked somewhat stunned. However, it was the only intimate photo of them.

Francesca couldn't remember when it was secretly taken, but seeing how close they were in that photo reminded her of the beautiful times from the past.

She hesitated for a split second, debating whether or not to stay, but very quickly, her determination returned.

| mustn't forget the torment | had experienced back then, and | mustn't forget the deaths of Ms. Layla and Mr. Lincoln. This place and this life have traumatized me. | don't want history to repeat itself.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Very well. Go get it yourself if you can.” Danrique sat on the sofa and sipped his coffee elegantly, seemingly unmoved. I'd like to see how she's going to open the safe to take away her money and how she will bring her things out of here...

Francesca shot him a glare before striding to the safe. No matter how hard she fiddled with the lock, she could not open it. Growing anxious, she picked up the gun and fired a few shots at the lock but to no avail.

She was so angry that she turned her head and yelled at Danrique, “B*stard, open it for me.” The latter ignored her and continued sipping his coffee as if he had not heard a thing. “Danrique...” Francesca pointed the gun at him directly. “I told you to open it. Do you hear me?”

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“Shoot me if you dare.” Danrique remained unfazed and did not even look at her.

“You...” Gritting her teeth, Francesca bellowed, “You think | wan't kills | S the one whic aaved yout life, so | caf also take it from you!” Please read the original content at .

“Go ahead and shoot!” Danrique arched his brow and stared at her. “Let's see how you will explain this to the kids.” “You...”

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