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!

for a while before he regained his composure. With a darkened

hand with wet tissues, then drove the car out of

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

they got into the car. She thought she could make it home in time but never thought that

city. He kept

what he was doing. She pleaded, “Let me go, please. I want to go

car at the roadside, then he headed to

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

coat and covered her

walked into the store, looking

his face, Zachary gave out

Is he a robber?

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

“Excuse me.”

“Ah!”

them, two

a weapon and asked with his trembling lips, “What… What

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

assistant replied with

“You guys are fools.”

a plump woman in her fifties walked out of the storeroom. She shook her head and