Mr. Zade’s eyes burned with resentment—he hated her with every fiber of his being.
Even now, he had no idea who had helped Marguerite, who had orchestrated his downfall overnight and left him bankrupt and ruined.
He knew only one thing for certain: whoever was backing her was powerful—far more powerful than he could ever hope to be.
But still, he couldn’t swallow his anger. He’d spent half a lifetime building his empire, and it had all crumbled at the hands of a woman.
“Stay away from me!” he shouted, voice cracking with desperation.
“Somebody help! Help!” Laura clutched Marguerite tightly, shielding her with her own body. Of course, at a time like this, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Mr. Zade looked utterly deranged, and the sight of him made Laura’s heart race with fear.
“Help! Somebody please help us!”
Mr. Zade lunged at them like a wild animal unleashed. His eyes were bloodshot, and with a vicious swing, he kicked Laura hard, sending her crashing to the ground.
“Laura!” Marguerite instinctively reached for her friend, but before she could even touch her, Mr. Zade grabbed her by the collar, yanking her close. His grip clamped around her throat, cutting off her breath.
He unleashed his rage, striking and kicking her as she lay helpless on the pavement.
He tore at her clothes, his hands shaking with something like mania, his strength growing more frenzied by the second.
“Finally, my chance has come, hasn’t it, Ms. Taylor?” he hissed through gritted teeth.
And even here, in broad daylight, he didn’t care who saw.
Her clothes were on the verge of being ripped apart when suddenly, a fist crashed into Mr. Zade’s face, sending him reeling.
Three men in sharp black suits rushed in right behind, tackling Zade to the ground and beating him soundly.
Dazed, Marguerite managed to lift her gaze—and saw a familiar profile come into focus.

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