Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Sharon sounded as though she was being benevolent toward Charlotte.

How the latter wished to respond with a snide remark, but she held back.

“Thank you, Ms. Blackwood,” said Lucy respectfully. “But we don’t wish to bother you and Mr. Nacht. We still have work to do, so we’ll be taking our leave.”

“You still need to have lunch when you get back, anyway. You may as well join us,” Sharon insisted as she leaned onto Zachary once again. “Right, Zachary?”

“Yeah,” Zachary responded. “Let’s eat together.”

“Alright, then.” Not daring to say anything more, Lucy dragged Charlotte back into the golf cart, and the two sat behind Zachary and Sharon.

Unlike before, Charlotte seemed especially calm today.

Although, that was merely on the surface. For deep down, she was already cursing the bloody couple in front of her.

May you both suffer from constipation every day. May you both wet your beds every night. May you be impotent for the rest of your life, Zachary Nacht!

“I just bought a new swimwear, Zachary. How about we visit a hot spring tonight?” Sharon stuck to Zachary like glue. “You must be tired after so many sleepless nights. Why don’t you take it easy just for tonight?”

trembled slightly as

Sleepless nights?

been able to keep their hands off each other in the

the two continuously getting frisky with each

crumbling. The rage within her began to boil, and was on the

Lucy nudged her gently. “Are you cold? You’re

Thanks, Ms.

her lips and forced

over a scumbag like him,

with! It has nothing to do with

both so self-centered and cocky that they deserve each other. With their heads up high all the time, they might just

himself another woman. You can finally focus on your work, look after the

should just pretend to not know him

they start screwing each other right in front of you this instant, you should

Lucy slapped

Charlotte snapped back to reality, only to realize that the golf cart

but