Chapter 8 No Other Way

Tiff had been degraded and thrown into the sea. When he had found her, she had been covered in blood. It was horrible. After that, Tiffany had told Bryson that Charlotte’s father had sent Alfred to do those things to her for the sake of his daughter. Charlotte had known about it too... Compared to all the harm that the Simmons Family had caused Tiff, Charlotte giving Tiff a child did not mean anything! He did not feel thankful for her. From now on, he would only focus on being nice to Tiff. That woman named Charlotte had nothing to do with him anymore. The moment Bryson and Tiffany entered the elevator, a cool-looking man walked down the stairs leading to the first-floor lobby, surrounded by bodyguards. The man's footsteps were light, but his strong aura instantly attracted attention. "Sarah, your crush is here." Sarah's best friend, Tyra Johnson, poked Sarah's waist with her finger. Sarah, who had been paying attention to Charlotte to see her embarrass herself, immediately shifted her focus to the man. Zachary Connor! The ultimate bachelor that thousands of women in Rothesay dreamed of. He was also the man that Sarah Collins had been dying to be with! Sarah had created many opportunities to bump into Zachary, but he was different from the rich kids who could not take their eyes off her enchanting body when they saw her. Zachary was always cold and would never spare a look for her. Sarah could not help but question Zachary's sexual orientation. The reason Sarah was there was because she knew Zachary would be here. Sarah did not believe that there was a man in this world who would not give in to a woman’s sexual advances. This time, she wanted to take the initiative to make a move. Sarah picked up a glass of martini and walked toward Zachary, swaying her hips and slender waist. "Mr. Connor, how have you..." Before she could finish her sentence, the man's cold gaze terrified her so much that it left her tongue-tied. "Don't make me sick." Zachary's voice was cold, and his eyes did not even linger on Sarah for a moment. He moved away condescendingly as he looked at her with a disgusted expression as though he was looking at garbage. Sarah was dumbfounded as she watched Zachary walk past her indifferently. The expression on her beautiful face changed immediately. She was the top supermodel in Rothesay, so any man would drool over her. Even the men who pretended to be holier-than-thou and would act like they did not care would still stare at her when she was not watching. Zachary was the only man who was so cold to her. Hmph! Charlotte stared in the direction Bryson and Tiffany had just left. Even Sarah’s plan to seduce Zachary did not attract her attention. "Miss Simmons, can we talk?" Charlotte heard a deep voice. She followed the voice and saw a gentle young man. He was wearing expensive gold-framed glasses and a clean white suit. Charlotte knew him… He was Jackson Jones, a well-known lawyer in Rothesay. He had never lost a lawsuit. Charlotte wiped her tears and gave him a smile as she said, "Mr. Jones. Yes, please." "After your father entered a coma, Alfred visited me. I learned about your father’s situation in detail..." The gentle, elegant man gently touched his nose with his fingers. "Although the fact that your father embezzled public funds to save the company was a respectable move in the beginning, it is undeniable that he violated the law. Therefore, the only way to save your father is to make Victor Rutherford withdraw the lawsuit. There is no other way." Of course! Charlotte knew that! It was precisely because she knew and did not want to submit to that old demon, Victor, that she had set her dignity aside to ask Bryson for help. However, Bryson was really unsympathetic, so she had no other option but to ask Victor Rutherford to stop. Victor had said that when she finally approached him and begged him, he would humiliate her and sell her to a bar as an escort. He wanted her to hit rock bottom… Did she really have to stoop so low to save her father? As a pioneer of the legal world, Jackson was good at observing. He could easily tell what Charlotte was thinking about by looking at her eyes. "That is not the only way, though. Actually, there’s only one person that can help you..." While speaking, he raised his finger and pointed to the right. Charlotte’s gaze followed the direction he was pointing at. She then realized that the person Jackson was talking about was actually Zachary Connor. She did not know when Zachary had gotten there. The lean man walked on the golden jade floor expressionlessly, surrounded by bodyguards. He was like a walking iceberg that did not want anyone near him. However, his outstanding good looks attracted everyone's attention. Zachary Connor?! Why was he there? A few hours ago, she’d had a fallout with Zachary. She remembered very clearly that she had said some mean things, and Zachary's expression had become very gloomy. How could she shamelessly ask him for help now? Even if she could bring herself to beg him, how could someone like Zachary agree to help her after being rejected by her? Charlotte wanted to cry but had no tears left. "Either ask Zachary Connor for help, or set your dignity aside and ask Victor to drop the lawsuit. The choice is yours to make. That’s all I can do to help you." Jackson gave Charlotte a pat on the shoulder, turned around, and left. Charlotte stared at Zachary's cold figure in a daze and finally made up her mind. She ran over to him. "Zachary, wait a minute!" At that moment, the whole lobby became as quiet as a cemetery. Even the pianist stopped playing. In an instant, everyone’s eyes were on Charlotte. In Rothesay, except for Zachary Connor's mother and sister, everybody would use honorific titles like "President Connor" or "Mr. Connor" when addressing Zachary Connor. Who would dare call him by his first name? Did that woman have a death wish? Or had she gone crazy after what had happened between her and Bryson? Zachary stopped but did not turn around. If one looked close enough, they would notice that there was fleeting mockery in his dark jewel-like eyes. Charlotte’s fast footsteps could be heard in the lobby as she ran over to Zachary, ignoring everyone's gazes. As her eyes met Zachary's cold eyes, her heart seemed to stop beating. However, she raised her head bravely and looked straight at him. "I promise I’ll marry you." "Gosh, what is she talking about? I must be hearing things, right?" "You didn't hear wrong, I heard it clearly too. She said she’s going to marry Mr. Connor!" "Has Charlotte gone crazy? Mr. Connor is a really cold guy. Even Sarah Collins, the top model, could not get anything from him, let alone that woman who just got dumped. Anna, you’re friends with Charlotte. You should stop her." "Pfft! What do you mean? Friends with her? She has a death wish, so I have no obligation to help her. Don't you see that everyone is eagerly waiting for her to make a fool of herself? If I tried to stop her, I’d offend everybody else..." People were whispering. Zachary did not care about the onlookers as words came out of his light brown lips. "I told you I’d only give you one chance." His faint gaze glanced at Charlotte's face and, without hesitation, he got ready to leave. "Zachary!" When she saw that Zachary had walked past her expressionlessly, Charlotte decided to go all out. She dropped down on her knees right next to Zachary.