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Chapter 3 The Notorious Mr. Connor

Charlotte started trembling.

She still remembered how Bryson had begged for her help on their wedding night.

"Bryson, tell me... Tell me what she said isn’t true..." Charlotte looked at Bryson's eyes like a drowning woman clutching at straws.

Bryson nodded and said, "Charlotte, I'm sorry."

Charlotte's tears, which had been welling up in her eyes, could not stop flowing down her face.

Bryson was an egotistical, proud man. Charlotte had never seen him set his pride aside and beg for anything. That was the only time Bryson had ever begged her.

It turned out that he had done it for Tiffany...

"Bryce, I'm cold."

Tiffany's voice was pure and pleasant.

At that moment, Charlotte burst into tears. Though Bryson felt bad for her, he obviously cared about Tiff even more.

He did not look at Charlotte again as he wrapped his arms around Tiffany.

"Tiff, let's get in the car."

Charlotte would be an idiot if she still could not understand what the relationship between Bryson and Tiffany was at this point. Somehow, she found the strength to hold onto the car door.

"Bryson, I’m your wife and I have the right to stop you from being with another woman. My dad is your father-in-law and he has always treated you with respect. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be as successful as you are now. How could you be so ungrateful?!"

"Do you really want to make things ugly?" The sophisticated man remained respectful despite his anger. He did not lose his temper.

"Charlotte, legally speaking, we were never husband and wife. Besides, we’ve never slept or lived together. From this day on, we will merely be strangers."

Charlotte felt like she was getting strangled.

To be with Bryson, she had ignored her father’s doubts and married him as soon as she’d reached the legal age for marriage...

Charlotte had believed that Bryson would never let her down, so she had not even gotten a marriage certificate.

She had thought that their wedding would be more than enough to prove their marriage and Bryson would spoil her forever like he had vowed to.

However, she had never thought that the marriage certificate could have been the last thing to save her marriage. Without it, Bryson had dumped her as though he was simply throwing away a piece of garbage that had lost its value.

Boom!

The car door was slammed shut, and the luxurious black car drove away.

Charlotte stood there and breathed in the pungent smoke of the car exhaust. Tears and blood ran from her nose and dripped onto her shoes.

"Bryce, I feel sorry for Charlotte. She just delivered a baby for us. It’s freezing outside. Let’s get her in the car, shall we?" Tiffany blinked her big, shiny eyes as she looked at Charlotte in the rearview mirror.

Bryson's eyebrows were furrowed as he scoffed, "Silly, some people just don’t deserve sympathy."

Tiff was too naive and kind. Charlotte Simmons and her father, Walter Simmons, had tortured her to the brink of death. Not only had Tiffany not held a grudge, but she even felt sorry for Charlotte now that she was down on her luck.

Did Charlotte deserve his sympathy?

Given what she and Walter Simmons had done to Tiff, no matter what Charlotte did, it would never be enough to make it up to her!

Charlotte had caused Tiff too much pain. She had given birth to a child to help Tiff, but that did not mean anything, and Bryson did not need to thank her for it.

Tiff had suffered too much. From this moment on, he would do everything he could to treat Tiff right. That woman named Charlotte had nothing to do with him anymore.

Crash!

There was thunder in the sky, and hail suddenly started falling from the clouds, hitting Charlotte's head and body.

However, she could hardly feel anything as she stared blankly at Bryson's car, which was moving farther and farther away from her field of vision. Her mind was filled with all the beautiful times she and Bryson had experienced together.

Bryson was the man she loved, and she would sacrifice everything for him!

Why had he fallen for somebody else?

Beep!

She heard a honk come from somewhere, and a bright beam of light penetrated her vision. Then, a white supercar speeded toward her.

Charlotte wanted to get out of the way, but when she took a step, she realized that she had no energy at all and her legs went limp. She started falling face down on the hard ground, which was covered with hail.

However, she did not feel the pain she had expected.

A powerful arm wrapped around Charlotte's waist just as she was about to fall face down onto the ground. The person then held her up.

Under the silver light, Charlotte saw a stunning face. Even through the snow and hail, those brown eyes were as dark as drops of ink in the snow. His aura and charisma were apparent.

Charlotte did not know that the moment they exchanged a glance, when she was at her lowest, would end up being a moment she would never forget for the rest of her life.

The guy in the driver’s seat looked at Charlotte, who was lying on the seat of the car. "Second Master, do you really want to do this? Don’t you know that you’re playing with fire?"

The man's face was cold, and the corners of his mouth lifted. "Are you done talking?"

"But Second Master, Miss Larson just gave birth to a child. If she finds out that you’re with Charlotte Simmons, she’s going to be heartbroken. You can marry anyone, but why her? She is...”

"Just drive." The man changed his tone of voice.

The guy stuck out his tongue and did not dare say anything else.

After working for Zachary Connor for six years, he was the person who knew Zachary Connor the best. The notorious Mr. Connor had earned his title for a reason: because he adhered strictly to his own principles.

Zachary had sent his own elder brother to jail because he had done something that was against his principles. Zachary was the second child of the family, so Lucas had always called him Second Master.

"Notify Mr. Wilson that the meeting has been canceled. Turn around and take me home now."

"Oh! Roger that!"

The silver Rolls-Royce made a sharp turn and zoomed through the snow and hail.

Charlotte, who was exhausted, passed out as soon as Zachary held her in his arms.

The interior of the car was as warm as spring. All the hail and snowflakes on her had melted, and her thin clothes were soaked, like a layer of transparent fabric wrapped around her smooth, delicate skin, showing off all her curves.

She still had tears on her face, and her hands were clenched into fists. Her eyelashes kept trembling as if she was drowning and struggling to survive.

Zachary removed his black coat and covered Charlotte's body, which had curled up into a ball.

Why had he found her?

Perhaps it was because they had been fated to meet.

"Bryson, don't leave me!"

"Bryson..."

"Bryce!"

Charlotte woke up screaming, her forehead drenched in sweat.

"You’re awake?"

The voice was cold but strangely attractive. It felt like delicate sand brushing past her ears.

Charlotte’s gaze followed the voice, and she was in awe when she saw that handsome face. However, she immediately shuddered when she looked into his cold eyes.

It was him!

The man she had met in the hospital was the person who had rescued her during the snowstorm.
Comments (3)
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Alexandra Anselmo
Almost 1500 chapters? .........
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Rakiya Audu
while in the main story you wrote that he told her the reason he did all that. as a film maker that I am your synopsis needs to correspond with your story. at a point I almost got confused.
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Rakiya Audu
your synopsis says a different thing from the main story. in the synopsis you said she drank herself to Oblivion and the main story says he found her in front of her husband's house. secondly you said Bryce accused her of infidelity in the synopsis
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