Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 68

Charlotte stared at the Rolls-Royce Phantom and recalled how a similar car had run into the cab she was in with her kids when she first arrived from the rural areas.

The man in the Rolls-Royce had been severely injured, and the blood from his wound had covered the wolf head tattoo on his back.

Charlotte knew that he was the man from four years ago, but the car and the man disappeared before she could take a closer look at him.

She had neglected to take note of the car plate number, but she knew that there were only three of this model in C Nation and only thirty-five worldwide.

Could Zachary be that gigolo?

“Ms. Windt? Is everything alright?” Raina asked.

“I-I’m fine! Charlotte said, startled by her voice. “I’m honored to be able to ride in such a luxurious car.”

“Take it as a treat from Mr. Nacht,” Raina said, grinning. “Shall we go?”

“Alright.”

Even as she took her seat in the car, she continued to rack her brains in an attempt to recall the car plate number of the Phantom she saw that day.

tentatively. “Was Mr. Nacht injured not

knows the answer! She’s his private doctor

Windt,” Raina answered. “He’s the only heir of the Nacht family, and his safety is of the utmost importance. He has eighteen highly-trained bodyguards to protect him wherever he goes to make sure that he doesn’t get

He’s not injured? Was

office roof the last time she bumped into him, and he looked

an injured person won’t be well enough

I got

do you ask?” Raina

wondering if his bad temper was because of some kind of

really nice person, you know,” Raina

passing remark, but Charlotte failed to notice the strange

the scenery outside. How am I going to

arrived at the

group of familiar figures from miles

is right…Dad’s former subordinates are

the entrance, dressed to the occasion and extending their warmest welcomes to the guests, who came

but sigh. Isn’t this how it used to be back when Dad was

to us every day with all those lavish gifts in tow and sweet-talk

there’s nothing

but he had since