Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

During lunch, Charlotte was still wondering whether Zachary and Gigolo In Debt were actually the same person.

If he was, why is he doing this sort of role play with me? He even promised to pick me up. Wouldn’t that just expose himself? But if he’s not, why do the look so similar? Borderline identical!

While she was deep in thought, a soft voice suddenly startled her. “I heard that you’ve been transferred to Level 68, Charlotte. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Charlotte looked up. It was Yolanda.

Charlotte recalled the incident where Wesley attacked her. Even though she could not find anything, something still felt really off with Yolanda.

it happened so Charlotte could not recall the details, but

time.” Yolanda sat opposite of Charlotte with her food tray and said with an apologetic tone. “When Mr. Holt attacked you, I really

say that. It’s okay,” Charlotte

forgive me. We’re

in response. From an objective standpoint, Yolanda was totally in the clear. All Charlotte had was a gut feeling, and she did not

Yolanda smiled. “I got took two cups of fruit juice by the way. Have one!” She handed the cup to Charlotte, and even placed a straw

Yolanda had a cup as well so she did not think too much about it. She took a few sips and continued with her meal, not noticing

Charlotte was occupied with work. After what happened with Mr.

had replaced her as the new executive secretary, so they had to redistribute the workload

diligently learning everything she could in order to get

an eye, it was time to get off work so

really hot and thirsty the whole afternoon so she drank a lot of water.

past colleagues walked in when it stopped at the thirteenth floor. They

looked me in the eyes back when I was demoted

rang and she immediately picked it up. “Hi, are you

around the