Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 20

The next morning, Charlotte made sure her triplets safely boarded the bus before rushing to the company.

Because she was going to be late, she carried her heels and ran non-stop. Upon reaching the company’s driveway, a Rolls-Royce Phantom abruptly sped toward her from the side, with no intention of slowing down.

Charlotte couldn’t avoid the car in time, falling to the ground in fright.

The car, on the other hand, came to a screeching halt just an inch away from her.

A little further and Charlotte would have been meeting either God or Satan in person.

She was so scared that her heart threatened to fly out of her chest, but the people in the car looked completely unfazed.

The security guard came forward to help Charlotte up, but unexpectedly reproached her, “Don’t run around like a mad hatter. You almost ran into the President’s car.”

“They were obviously the ones who almost ran into me.”

Charlotte’s anger spiked and she turned her head to glare at the people in the car.

were rocking their poker faces, not showing an ounce of

was seated in the back, he was staring unblinkingly at

was stunned. What’s

obviously the victim

zoomed past

ignited in Charlotte, but she could only massaged her bruised wrists

look in Zachary’s eyes just now and became

now, I’ve been nothing

with him was when he

he had intentionally done it to teach Wesley a lesson. Now, it

his driver had almost run her down, causing her to fall and bruise herself. She didn’t even kick up a fuss, but he had glared at

How strange!

a brooding devil and there’s no reasonable

A few scrapes were nothing she couldn’t handle. She was fine as long as she didn’t offend that devil, otherwise,

her run of bad luck had only

lambasted her, “You’ve only been here for a few days but you’re already coming in late? Who do

“I…”

President came down to personally check the attendance in each department. We were severely criticized because

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