Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Indeed, Zachary was the only one who had the ability to stop the Bar DTT from operating.

Charlotte then thought about Bruce, the Rolls-Royce, and all the other pieces of evidence.

Everything was pointing toward the fact that Zachary was the gigolo.

If that’s true, then Zachary is the father of my children.

Well, I guess a genius president who’s powerful in the corporate world is better than a gigolo from a nightclub.At those thoughts, Charlotte could not help but feel overjoyed. In fact, she even started imagining the scene of her children meeting their father.

However, she soon stopped her wishful thinking.

No, if Nacht Group had been the one who took over Windt Corporation and led it to bankruptcy, which in turn forced my father to a dead end, then Zachary is the murderer of my father.

How can the murderer of my father be the father of my children?

At that thought, Charlotte’s heart sank.

“Ms. Windt!”

she said to the driver, “I have something to attend to. You can

driver nodded to

then took out her phone and started calling a list of people that she

Charlotte. I’m

she could finish her sentence, the

“Ms. Freeman, I’m Charlotte-”

The call ended again.

back. Are you free to meet? I’m hoping to talk to

four picked up, and only one agreed

to the location they agreed

hand, she wished that Zachary were the gigolo, but on the other, she hoped that

bankruptcy of Windt Corporation and her father’s death had nothing to do with

reached Judd Realty. Upon entering the office and seeing

Jeffrey Judd, now

an awkward expression crept upon his face. He quickly assigned tasks to his subordinates before he led Charlotte to a nearby café. In a rather passionate yet slightly awkward manner, he greeted, “Miss, it’s been many years since we’ve seen each other. You still look the same. I’ve been thinking of contacting you, but I was worried that I’d