Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 63

If anything really happened here, there was no way she, a woman alone, could defend herself against this man—especially since he’d been drinking. In his current state, there was no telling what he might do.

Her heart pounding, Marguerite hurried toward the door, desperate to call in his assistant or, failing that, even just a waiter.

But Mr. Zade, furious at being brushed off, lunged and grabbed her arm in a viselike grip, holding her fast.

“Ms. Taylor,” he sneered, “I can promise you this: as long as you agree to come back with me tonight, you can file as many patents as you want! My word is all you need—my woman has worked so hard for these patents, and with a single call from me, you’ll have everything you want!”

He leaned closer, his breath hot with alcohol. “But the catch is, you have to be obedient. Please me, and I’ll make anything happen for you.”

He spoke with a brazen confidence, growing even more reckless as he finished. His hand moved to her blouse, fingers fumbling with the buttons, trying to force them open.

“Mr. Zade, what are you doing? I know you’ve had too much to drink, so I’m letting this slide, but don’t you dare go any further!” Marguerite struggled, trying to wrench her arm free, but she was no match for his strength.

The more she resisted, the more excited he seemed to become.

For him, the thrill was always in what he couldn’t easily have. The moment he’d laid eyes on Marguerite, he’d lost all self-control—that was just the kind of man he was.

“Ms. Taylor, there’s nobody here but us,” he murmured with a sly grin. “I already sent my assistant away. You can drop the act. And I promise, no one will ever hear a word about this.”

Marguerite’s patience snapped. She shoved him back and yanked a chair between them, her voice cold. “Mr. Zade, I came here to discuss a business partnership. Clearly, we’re not looking for the same thing. There’s nothing left for us to talk about.”

For a moment, Marguerite was stunned—how could a man say something so vile? She realized, with bitter clarity, that men like this were all the same.

“Let me go! Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” she cried, struggling as hard as she could. But the harder she fought, the tighter he held her, refusing to let go.

She felt his hands tearing at her clothes, and despair clawed at her chest. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration—her hand found a heavy wine glass on the table. Without thinking, she smashed it down hard against Zade’s head.

He released her instantly. Marguerite wasted no time—she bolted for the door.

As she fled, she caught a glimpse of him sprawled on the floor, blood streaming from a gash on his forehead, lying motionless. For a split second, she froze in shock—then ran for her life.