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

then drove the car out of the

say anything nor moved a muscle, but her body got increasingly

about her period since they got into the car. She thought she could make it home in time but

city. He kept gazing around as

no idea what he was doing. She pleaded, “Let me go, please. I want to

the roadside, then he

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

up his coat and covered her body with it, then

walked into the store,

on his face, Zachary gave out a strong

Is he a robber?

They hid aside and took out their phones, ready to call the police

“Excuse me.”

“Ah!”

could ask them, two

with his trembling lips, “What… What do you want? We don’t have much

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

Yes…” the male assistant replied with his shaky

“You guys are fools.”

then, a plump woman in her fifties walked out of