<b>Chapter </b><b>57 </b>
Thinking back on how he had once ignored Charlotte for Wendy and said all those awful things to her, Zac’s chest tightened again.
He suddenly remembered Charlotte used to really want to marry him.
But he had said all <b>those </b>cruel words.
He had told her that he would never marry her.
But what <b>if</b>… he changed his mind now?
What if he was willing to marry her?
Would shee back?
That thought lit up something in his eyes.
If she could be <b>his </b>wife<b>, </b>the future Mrs. Gibson, then she would have to say yes to getting back together, right?
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The next morning, Charlotte brought a client to <b>the </b>Social Security Bureau for a work injury evaluation. It was close to noon by the time she caught <b>a </b>cab back to the firm.
As they approached the street where S&G was located<b>, </b>the driver frowned.
“Huh, what’s going on up ahead? Why are there so many people?” he mumbled, then nced back at Charlotte. “Ma’am, it looks like the road’s blocked. You’re better off getting out here<b>. </b>It’s not far. You can just walk the rest of the way.”
Charlotte craned her neck, peering through the windshield. Sure enough, there was a huge crowd gathered <b>ahead</b><b>, </bpletely clogging up the
<b>road</b>.
That was strange. This street was usually <b>quiet</b><b>. </b>What on earth had happened?
She paid the fare and stepped out of the cab.
The closer she <b>got</b>, the more uneasy she felt.
The crowd seemed to be gathering right <b>in </b>front of S&G.
A sinking feeling hit her.
She picked up her pace.
Suddenly, a wave of high–pitched screams erupted from the crowd. The <b>spectators </b>scattered like birds<b>, </b>total chaos breaking out.
A woman sprinted straight toward her and collided into her chest.
“I’m so sorry<b>,</b>” the woman said, panicked. She quickly apologized and tried to
run <b>off </b><b>again</b>.
Charlotte caught <b>her </b><b>by </b><b>the </b>arm. <b>“</b>What happened up <b>there</b><b>?</b>”
The woman’s eyes were wide with fear. “Don’t go! Someone’s going crazy in there. <b>It’s </b>bad–<b>people </b>could die. <b>Just </b><b>get </b>out <b>of </b>here<b>!</b><b>” </b>
With that<b>, </b><b>she </b>turned <b>and </b>ran.
Charlotte froze for half a second<b>, </b><b>then </b>her expression hardened. She turned and sprinted toward <b>the </b>firm.
<b>She </b>was almost at <b>the </b>entrance when she heard <b>the </b>shouts–screaming<b>, </b>crying, yelling.
Male and female voices ovepping, blending into <b>one </b>awful sound.
Her heart <b>jumped </b>into her throat.
The crowd had already dispersed.
<b>She </b><b>had </b>no trouble reaching the front <b>door </b>and what she saw <b>stopped </b>her cold.
It was horrifying.
Max<b>, the </b>senior attorney she shared an office with, was lying in a pool <b>of </b>blood. A stab wound <b>at </b><b>his </b>waist was still gushing.
Inside <b>the </b>firm<b>, </b>a man <b>with </b><b>a </b>knife wasshing out,pletely unhinged<b>, </b>stabbing wildly at anyone in sight.
<b>He </b><b>was </b>screaming, voice hoarse and furious.
“You bloodsuckingwyers! Every single one <b>of </b>you wanted <b>to </b>screw me over! Come on! I’m not afraid of <b>you</b><b>! </b>
<b>“</b><b>You </b>wanted to destroy me, right? Fine! Let’s die together! <b>I’m </b>taking some of you down with me!
“I’ve <b>got </b>nothing left to lose! What’s <b>a </b><b>few </b>more bodies<b>? </b>I’ll kill every single <b>one </b><b>of </b><b>you</b>!
“You bastards better be ready to die with me!”
His eyes locked onto a female attorney in heels. <b>He </b>raised the knife and charged at her.
Yasmine shrieked and bolted, weaving through desks, sobbing.
“Please! Don’t kill me! I wasn’t <b>even </b>on your case–it wasn’t me! I swear! Please don’t-!”
But the man didn’t care<b>. </b>
Thewyer who was on his case had already been <b>stabbed</b>.
Wow he had <b>blood </b>in his eyes. Everyone was a target.
Yasmine sprinted toward the others<b>, </b>trying to scatter the attacker’s focus.
But after seeing Max copse in a bloody heap, no one dared fight back. The whole office was paralyzed with fear.
Just as Yasmine was about to <b>get </b>caught, Charlotte <b>made </b><b>a </b>split–second decision.
She kicked off her heels<b>, </b>tore off her zer, and flung it behind her.
Then she sprinted straight at the attacker–fierce and fearless<b>, </b>fast as lightning.
She moved like the wind, sharp and unrelenting, a blur of motion cutting through chaos.
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