Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte had no saying at all because Sharon would get to make the call on the former’s behalf as long as Zachary wasn’t against the idea.

After Charlotte returned to her room, she took things out on the pillows, throwing everything that was on the bed—including the linen—to the ground.

She felt as though she had turned into a loser after she got into a relationship with Zachary. Occasionally, she thought she was a mistress that would have to deal with the wrath of Sharon—Zachary’s legal spouse.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t his mistress because Zachary wasn’t married, and he had never publicly announced his relationship with Sharon.

As a matter of fact, she was not aware of Sharon’s presence.

Suddenly, Lucy’s voice could be heard, asking gently, “Charlotte? Are you in there? Your room isn’t locked. Can I come in?”

“Lucy! Are you going back? Can I tag along with you?” Charlotte brought up her request immediately because she couldn’t wait to leave the resort.

“I will be staying back because there are a few things that require my attention. I’ll be staying next door. We’ll spend a night here and return to the company tomorrow.”

“I guess we’ll have to do that…”

in the direction of the entrance and said, “Ms. Blackwood has instructed someone to deliver

Charlotte had no intention to put

the evening gown into the room, whereas the make-up artist that was behind them had a few

Windt, Ms. Blackwood has instructed us to bring this over to you. Are you free? Can we proceed with

gown as she tried to make something up to turn down their request

the corporate world will be joining us

Charlotte told the stylists and make-up artist, “Please express my utmost gratitude to her, but do tell

up at the banquet, we don’t have to return to her anymore.” The trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved manner, “Ms. Windt, please have mercy on us because it is not

to their request again when she

yourself up while I head over and discuss something with Mr. Ben.” As soon as Lucy

of the dressing table, allowing them

order to get her hair styled, a simple

with her look, they helped her to get changed into the evening

as Charlotte put it on, she stared at herself in the mirror wide-eyed. “What the heck

in the chest area, exposing her busty figure and her cleavage, covering only

way up to her inner