Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Keep running. Let’s see where else can you run to.”

Zachary unfastened the buttons one by one, and adjusted the car seat with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t… Don’t do that. I’m feeling unwell today.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Really? We just had it this morning. Stop pretending.” Zachary got on top of her and pinned her down.

“It’s true. Let me go…Ah!” Charlotte started struggling and kept pushing his shoulders, yet it made no difference.

Before she could finish her words, he ripped her skirt forcefully and reached out to her.

“Please don’t…” Charlotte could only shut her eyes in despair.

Like a vampire, Zachary bit her neck and wanted to force himself on her. Suddenly, he realized something was off.

He took a look at his hand. There was blood on it.

Zachary was dumbfounded.

“I haven’t touched you. Why are you…”

“I’m… I’m having my period.” Charlotte bit her lips hard. How embarrassing is this!

his composure. With a darkened face,

tissues, then drove the car out of

on the seat. She dared not say anything nor moved a muscle, but her body

she had a feeling about her period since they got into the car. She thought she could make it home in time but never thought that she

the car into the city. He kept gazing around as if

She pleaded, “Let me

the roadside,

that he might do something crazy again, so after he left, she pushed the door and tried to run away. However, the

covered

walked into the store, looking

mask on his face, Zachary gave out a

Is he a robber?

the night shift turned pale in fright. They hid aside and took out their phones, ready to call the

“Excuse me.”

“Ah!”

ask them, two female assistants

asked with his trembling

he asked with his deep voice, “Do I look like a

the male assistant

“You guys are fools.”

fifties walked out of the storeroom. She shook her head and let out a