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!”

her, wanting so badly for Charlotte to leave that very second so that they could get

its validity. Then, she opened her bag and quickly stuffed the banknotes on the table into

up and was

behind, holding her in place. She looked back and saw that Gigolo In

good boy

shirt. Hugging her bag that was full of money to her chest,

Zachary watched her flee, his eyes gradually darkened and his hand tightened

against the door as a hint of guilt rose in her heart. Those three rich women probably weigh about seven hundred pounds

bought a few more

door a crack to peek inside and saw the three women approaching Gigolo In Debt

line of sight,

sofa at the

door and ignored

…

we come, gigolo

at Zachary

the three of them collapsed

their heavy weight, the ground shook as if being hit by an earthquake, almost shattering

pushed open the door and entered the room, asking cautiously, “Are you okay,

stepped on the coffee table to leave, not wanting the soles of his shoes to get dirtied

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