这场戏码在 Zachary 的毒舌搅局下，从“浪漫钢琴曲”瞬间变成了“惊悚悬疑片”，甚至在围观群众眼中演变成了一出荒诞的“真爱抢亲”。Zachary 为了拆散 Charlotte 和 Louis，简直是不择手段地开始胡编乱造。

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Chapter 745: The Master of Sabotage

The sight of the two at the piano brought an even darker, more sullen look to Zachary’s face. With his eyebrows knitted into a sharp, menacing line, he strode forward, his footsteps echoing like a funeral march.

At the piano, the duo was still lost in their own world, smiling tenderly at one another. Louis’ keen blue eyes were fixed on Charlotte with an unfiltered, doting gaze. A sweet, gratified half-moon curve played on his lips, betraying the sheer joy in his heart.

As for Charlotte, a broad, genial smile lit up her face. The glint in her eyes was uncharacteristically gentle as she looked at Louis. Side by side on the piano stool, they appeared so intimate, so perfectly in sync, that they seemed to be wrapped in an invisible cocoon of affection.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The dream shattered. Someone was rapping their knuckles sharply against the polished wood of the piano.

Every patron in the restaurant shifted their gaze to the intruder—a mysterious, arrogant man in a dark, impeccably tailored suit. He radiated an inherent savagery, a cold aura of power that compelled people to shrink back in instinctive fear. His eyes held a piercingly cold glint, making him look like Lucifer himself, risen from the depths to tear these two lovebirds asunder.

In an instant, the dreamy atmosphere evaporated. Onlookers retreated timidly, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire of the looming peril.

"Zachary?" Charlotte looked up, her expression hardening into a "long face" the moment she recognized him. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"He—he’s here for me!" Louis stammered.

Unaware of the tangled, burning history between Zachary and Charlotte, Louis genuinely believed his friend had come to the restaurant to find him. He quickly stood up, yanking Zachary to the side and whispering urgently, "Didn't I tell you not to come? Why are you here?"

"I told you..." Zachary’s gaze flickered to Charlotte, cold and clinical, before he turned back to Louis with solemn intensity. "This woman does not have a kind soul."

"Don't worry about me, I know what I'm doing!" Louis sighed, elbowing Zachary anxiously. "Leave now, before Charlotte loses her temper. She already knows it was you who dragged me to Sultry Night last night—"

"So what if she does?" Zachary raised an eyebrow, staring at Charlotte with utter dispassion.

In return, Charlotte glared back with a bitter, simmering resentment. They regarded each other like ancient enemies on a battlefield, neither willing to yield a single inch of ground.

"I know you’re doing this for my own good, and you’re worried I might be deceived..." Louis put a brotherly hand on Zachary’s shoulder, his voice low. "But I’m a grown man, Zachary. I can discern the difference between good and bad."

"You’re too naive. You don't understand the half of it," Zachary leaned in, his voice a dark whisper in Louis’ ear. "Not only does this woman have a dangerous identity, but she is also pathologically violent. Plus, she keeps a monstrous wild animal as a pet—an eagle specifically trained to feed on the eyes of men!"

"What?" Louis blanched instantly, his face turning a ghostly shade of white. "That... that can't be true."

Watching from the sidelines, Bruce lamented in silence. Sir Louis is far too simple a soul for a man like Mr. Nacht.

Zachary, sensing his opening, did not relent.

"Why not? Why don't you ask her yourself if you don't believe me?" Seeing Louis begin to waver, Zachary pressed his advantage. "And there’s one more thing. I’ve heard whispers... she’s a heavy sadomasochist!"

"No!" Louis’ eyes widened in pure horror. He risked a terrified glance at Charlotte, who was watching them with narrowing eyes, and quickly looked away. "Where did you hear such things? It’s impossible! Charlotte is a virtuous, impeccable girl. She isn't that kind of person!"

"You silly man. Why would she reveal her hidden, dark side to a mark like you?"

"But..."

"Enough of this." Without giving Louis another chance to speak, Zachary seized his wrist. "You're coming with me. Now!"

"Hold on—!"

Louis looked back at Charlotte, then at Zachary, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and fear.

Meanwhile, the onlookers—having watched the two men whispering intensely and Zachary grabbing Louis’ arm—could no longer remain silent. The gossip began to fly...

"My goodness! All this time I thought the blue-eyed handsome one was with the lady. It turns out—"

"I thought the man in the dark suit was here to win the girl, but he’s actually here for the guy!"

"I knew it!" a young girl in the crowd chirped, rolling her eyes with a smug expression. "You people are too conservative. This is true love! Look at them—they’re a perfect contrast. Standoffish versus amiable, yin and yang. They’re a perfect match!"