Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary?

No, it’s Gigolo!

He was wearing a mysterious half mask and dressed in a black leisure suit. With four subordinates behind him, he walked towards the right side of the corridor.

Despite not knowing the names of the four men, Charlotte was certain that they were Zachary’s men.

He must be Gigolo. He must be…

Overwhelmed by a sudden rush of emotions, Charlotte wanted to question him. But suddenly, a hand grabbed her on the shoulder and dragged her forcefully into one of the rooms.

“Let me go!” Charlotte struggled vehemently.

Luna motioned to her bodyguards who then released Charlotte before standing guard at the door.

“What do you want?” Charlotte glared at Luna coldly.

“Release my parents first.”

Luna had likely not slept for days as her eyebags looked heavy. She seemed to be in a daze and was extremely exhausted.

“I didn’t take them…”

floor, smashing it into pieces. “If not for you, would Zachary even capture

took them,” Charlotte asserted coldly,

still trying to play

took out her phone and made

music that was being played in

next moment, Ellie’s squeaky voice was heard shouting, “Robbie! Jamie! Wait for

Quick!” Jamie could

or you’ll fall.” It was followed by

and frantically tried to stop her. “What are you

is just the prelude.” Luna gloated as she waved her phone. “I’ve spent ten million to pay off Sultry Night’s DJ to connect my phone to their broadcasting system! I found out that Zachary has forbidden all media companies from publishing any news related to you. I can’t do anything to you online, but I don’t think

Night has thousands of patrons a night. If everyone present saw the news about you, wouldn’t it be exciting? Don’t you

was trembling in

a lot of clips.” Luna showed Charlotte her screen as she scrolled through it confidently. “I even found videos of you and the

as she spoke, she prepared to play the

immediately. “Turn it off. I’ll call Zachary and have

girl.” Luna exited from the broadcasting page and

gave Zachary

it on

as

a minute ago, in another private

jolted by the children’s voices. Looking up,