Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

After being tied for God knows how long, Charlotte felt her limbs go numb. She tried her best to struggle free but her wrists and ankles were already burning. It felt as if the cloth was going to cut through them.

Finally, she gave up struggling to save herself some energy.

She then noticed it was so quiet outside that she couldn’t hear a thing.

She surmised that the bodyguards and maids must have known that Zachary was furious. Hence, they didn’t dare to anger him further.

Suddenly, her phone rang and she could see that it was Michael that was calling.

She tried to wiggle her arm to answer but wasn’t successful. All she could do was stare blankly at it until the call ended by itself.

After a long time, she noticed a light dancing about her window. She was delighted by it as she knew it must be Michael trying to signal her.

She wanted to respond but her mouth was stuffed. Unfortunately, she was unable to make a sound after all.

She tried turning her body violently so that she could move the bed by force. Or perhaps, push over the vase on the bedside table so that she could make a signal. However, her efforts were futile.

The bed was solid while her hands were secured tightly.

It was impossible for her to escape or even try to reach for anything else.

After a while, the light suddenly went off.

of a car engine starting. Are they

cried out in her muffled voice, hoping that she could get their

no avail

Staring at the ceiling, she felt as

was a knock on the door, following which, Raina entered the

As if she had seen her savior, Charlotte pleaded for her

turned on the light and pushed her medical trolley over. She then removed the cloth that was stuffed

let me go,” Charlotte

Nacht’s permission, I cannot do

with a straw to give

pleaded again, “Dr. Langhan,

will never beat Mr. Nacht,” Raina persuaded. “The more you resist or want to flee, the more he would refuse to let you go. In

she asked anxiously, “What do you mean? Wh-what did he do? What has he done to my

“Ms. Windt…”

really do care about

she said as he was about to enter the room. With a

ordered, “Has the Brown family’s car gone

“Mr. Nacht…”

“Zachary, don’t do