Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 19

“A hundred thousand? Look at your cheap clothes. How could you afford to spend so much money?” One of the rich women questioned.

Having her dignity get trampled on, Charlotte almost blew her cover, but she recovered quickly and kept up the act.

“I’ve been saving up for this for a long time. Just to have a passionate night with this gigolo god, I took out my entire annual salary!”

“Your annual salary is only one hundred thousand?” The women laughed mockingly. “You can barely scrap by in life, yet you came here and hired a gigolo. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Why should I be? He’s mine for tonight anyway.” Charlotte caressed Zachary’s chiseled pecs, purposely provoking them. “Look at this perfect body. One hundred thousand? Hah! I’d even spend one million if I had to!”

The three woman scanned Zachary’s body from head to toe, practically salivating at the thought of what lay beneath his clothes.

Zachary stared at Charlotte as a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.

Charlotte didn’t dare to meet his gaze. In fact, she was flustered on the inside, but for the sake of money, she went all out.

“Fine. One million it is.” One of the women filled out a cheque and threw it at Charlotte. “You can get lost now!”

“It’s ten times the amount you spent.” Another woman sneered. “For someone who lives at the bottom of society, I doubt you can make a million even if you were given a lifetime. Well, looks like you hit the jackpot today, so get lost.”

“That’s right. Take the money on the table too. Then hurry up and get lost!”

for Charlotte to leave

bag and quickly stuffed the banknotes on the table

up

her in place. She looked back and saw that Gigolo In Debt was holding onto her shirt and

a good boy and work

shirt. Hugging her bag that was full of money to her chest, she scurried away without

flee, his eyes gradually darkened and his hand tightened

hint of guilt rose in her heart. Those three rich women probably weigh about seven

bought a few more bottles of

the door a crack to peek inside and saw the three

of sight, so

quaking on the sofa at the moment, begging in

the door and ignored her guilty conscience, quickening her

…

we come, gigolo god.

launched themselves at Zachary with excitement coursing through

lowered his gaze, the

the ground shook as if being hit by an earthquake,

door and entered the room,

to leave, not wanting the soles of his shoes to

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