Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 44

She caused me to be beaten up by Zachary. Because of her, I was removed from my glorious job as manager of the HR department and relegated to just a security guard at the entrance.

Whenever his colleagues saw him, they would look at him in a condescending manner.

His friend and subordinates who used to be close to him avoided him like the plague.

While his rivals seized upon the opportunity to trample on his dignity.

To him, it was all Charlotte’s doing.

“It’s delicious.” Charlotte finished the last beef sandwich and licked her lips to savor every last bit. “No wonder the Devil orders food from them. He really has good taste.”

“Shh…” David quickly reminded her. “The last time you went missing for three days, the HR department wanted to sack you. It was Mr. Nacht who stopped them. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also even call him names. That isn’t right.”

“Huh?” Charlotte was surprised. “Did you say the Devil… I mean Mr. Nacht saved my job?”

“That’s right.”

David explained in earnest what happened that day, “After you left and didn’t come back, Mr. Collins called you but you didn’t answer. The next day, he had no choice but to inform HR. HR decided that you had to be fired for leaving your station without permission.”

HR, I bumped into Mr. Ben, the president’s assistant, there. He instructed the HR manager to retain your position and classify it as if you were

“Erm…”

it was the Devil who

look for a job? I’ve worked in a few different companies before and realize Divine Corporation offers the best pay and benefits. Furthermore, there’s career

ramble on with

her mind.

as a toy? So that he

be it…

it’s okay since I have his attention, it means

pondering about it, a car alarm rang out from

calmer. “Perhaps, one of the bosses scraped another

let’s go together.” Charlotte quickly packed up the

your time cleaning while I

dashed

and preparing to bin it, Charlotte suddenly felt something like an evil come from

around subconsciously. Before she could react, a stake of crates from behind

“Lottie…”

toward her and pulled her into his embrace,

his muscular chest, a familiar sense of warmth and security greeting

Hector’s dashing face and her