Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 120

“Mr. Na–” the hotel manager blurted, but immediately held his tongue at a sharp, warning look from Zachary. Realizing that he had almost spilled the name “Mr. Nacht”, the manager let out a brisk cough before continuing, “Everything you asked for is ready, sir! Please have a good rest. Let me know anytime if there’s anything else you need.”

At this, the manager retreated and even closed the door behind him.

“Why did you bring me here?” Charlotte demanded as her eyes darted around in a panic. “What are you still trying to do… Ahh!”

Before she could finish, her feet were swept off the ground abruptly. With a rough haul, Zachary threw her into the round bathtub filled with water.

Splash! She flailed around for a moment as she struggled to sit up, and coughed out some water which she had choked on.

Wiping water off her face with a hand, she grabbed onto the edge of the bathtub with the other. She panted heavily for some time before finally steadying herself, glaring at him and yelling, “You darned gigolo! How dare you…”

“Shut up!” he interrupted fiercely and pointed at her. “From this minute on, you better clean yourself up quietly. I’m gonna do you again if I hear another word from you!”

suppressing atmosphere filled the bathroom at his menacing glare and authoritative voice. Charlotte felt subdued

hand over her mouth and stared quietly with widened

a bathrobe at her, then walked

lips tightly, not

she really did want

couldn’t help feeling grungy and filthy all over. She slowly eased herself into

the wounds on her shoulder and neck started to sting as they

out and called Raina on his phone. “Send a female doctor over to the Storm Hotel, now! One whose face is fresh to the public!”

a millisecond, he hung up and reached out a hand towards his mask. In that instant, Charlotte emerged from

He quickly turned away.

in his mind. The mask was still lying on the bed, where he’d have to turn around and walk over

Ungrateful Wretch

done so quickly?” he asked

figure out something to say to direct her

she murmured. She was about to say more, but immediately covered her mouth at the thought of his threats

now. What if he really were

strength to support her own weight. After an excruciating night, receiving more “punishments” from this man would be

he forced a demanding tone, hiding his desperation as

just before more words could spill out of her

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