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.

she heard the sound of a car engine starting.

muffled voice, hoping that she could get

was to no avail as the car left

at the ceiling, she felt as if she

was a knock on the door, following which,

As if she had seen

trolley over. She then removed the cloth that was stuffed

Langhan, please let me

permission,

a straw to

few sips, Charlotte pleaded again, “Dr. Langhan, please let

Nacht,” Raina persuaded. “The more you resist or want to flee, the more he would refuse to let you go. In the end, you will just end up

“What do you mean? Wh-what did he

“Ms. Windt…”

really do care

as he was about to enter the room. With a devious smile,

ordered, “Has the Brown family’s

“Mr. Nacht…”

“Zachary, don’t