Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte took a peek at Jackson and felt greatly humiliated. Judging by Jackson’s wrinkled face and flabby stomach, Charlotte thought he should be around her father’s age.

Sharon has such a brilliant plan, but does she really think she can get rid of me by setting me up for a blind date with this old man?

Is it even necessary for her to go to great lengths to get rid of me when I haven’t made any move or gotten in her way with Zachary’s relationship?

Why is she sending this disgusting old man my way again when I have forgiven her for stepping on my hand and giving me a hard time? She should stay away from me because I have returned the check through Lucy’s help!

“Charlotte, you seem to be pretty young. How old are you?”On one hand, Jackson’s eyes gleamed in excitement and looked at Charlotte differently.

On the other hand, Charlotte remained silent throughout the conversation because she could barely keep a straight face in front of the old man anymore.

Lucy stepped in to get Charlotte out of the nasty situation. “Ms. Blackwood, I’m sure you’re kidding! I don’t think Charlotte deserves Mr. White when she’s just a rookie in the corporate world.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t deserve—”

“Aren’t you hungry? Why don’t you hurry up and finish your meal?” Zachary broke the silence, stating indifferently before Sharon could finish her sentence.

Sharon winced at Zachary’s words because it was evident the man was trying to protect Charlotte.

have been out for the entire morning!” Jackson was an observant man. He immediately summoned the waiter and

Mr. Ben, have a seat

join him at the table and started engaging himself in a conversation with Ben and Lucy to get

Lucy played along with him to ease up the

took a sip of

front of others. She secretly held a grudge against Charlotte and finished her glass

herself away—she had no choice but

this is a wine from my precious collection. Please give it

it a try as well?

suggested and stated, “Mmm… It’s

you guys should

glass of drink. When it was Charlotte’s turn, a leg showed up at the bottom

result, he staggered and spilled the remaining wine that was in

and got

her white shirt

Jackson apologized, “I-I’m so

reached over in an attempt to wipe Charlotte’s shirt