Zachary’s expression was icy as he brushed past her.
Charlotte stared at his back in a daze. Was he the one who bumped into me earlier?
This is such a wide space, and with four bodyguards by his side at all times, how could he have bumped into me?
Don’t tell me… he did it on purpose?
“Don’t you watch where you’re going, Charlotte?” Wesley roared at her, getting all worked up.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Charlotte pointed to the direction Zachary had disappeared and explained meekly, “It was the President who bumped into me, that’s why I accidentally…”
“You’re even pushing the blame onto…”
“Mr. Holt,” Ben interrupted Wesley and asked coldly, “Are you saying that it’s Mr. Nacht’s fault?”
“No, no, no. I wouldn’t dare…” Wesley hastily explained, “I meant her… no, I meant myself. I’m the on
