Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“H-Haha. M-Mr. White is indeed an exceptional man.” Lucy replied with an odd smile and offered, “Ms. Blackwood, allow me to show you the way back to your room. I’ll get Charlotte to bring you the USB drive once I find it.”

“Alright. I wonder what’s taking her so long?” Sharon surveyed the surroundings for one last time.

A wrathful glint could be detected from her eyes as her pupil constricted the moment she spotted the pair of leather shoes in front of the bathroom.

She fastened her grip and accidentally distorted the shape of the limited edition purse she had in her hands.

She winced almost instantly, yet she tried her best to regain her composure and replied with a smirk, “Thank you, Lucy. Please get Charlotte to deliver the things to my room when you find it because I have something to tell her.”

Lucy showed Sharon the way out of their room immediately. “Yes, Ms. Blackwood. Thank you so much for your hard work. You should return to your room and take a short nap. We’ll drop by your room at two o’clock in the afternoon. Is that fine?”

“It’s fine.”

After she showed Sharon the way out of their room, Lucy heaved a sigh of relief and closed the door immediately—she had no intention of staying behind either.

In the meantime, Charlotte threw several consecutive punches at Zachary’s chest to express her frustration. “Let go of me, you jerk!”

her lips in return and

it back any longer, she bit his shoulder to stop him,

…

free as she insisted. He wrapped her body using the towel and carried her out of the

manner and took a seat on the

pillow in his direction and started cursing, “How dare you lay a finger on me when

the ground after it smashed

brought himself to a halt and looked at her in return. “What makes you think I have been seeing another woman over the past

I’m wrong?” Charlotte

wiping his hair dry and announced, “Well… I’m actually glad you’re acknowledging my stamina as a fellow

She was speechless because of

get some rest.” Zachary removed the towel he had around his waist and started dressing up in front

freaking fiancée!” She tried to talk some senses into him in an attempt to strike a deal with him. “Why don’t you set me free? I have no intention to get in the way of

yourself? I don’t think you’re much of a

himself up, he picked up the pillow and cast it to the bed casually while stating, “You’re getting picked on by

“Y-You…”

stay put, okay?” After Zachary put on his pair of