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…”

entrance and said, “Ms.

no intention to put the person in charge in

whereas the make-up artist that was behind them had a few delicate-looking

cordially, “Ms. Windt, Ms. Blackwood has instructed us to bring this over to you.

she tried to make something up to turn down their request because she

echelon and the corporate world will be joining us tonight. I don’t

part of it.” Charlotte told the stylists and make-up artist, “Please express my utmost gratitude to her, but do tell Ms. Blackwood I won’t turn up at the banquet

trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved manner, “Ms. Windt, please have mercy on us because it is not easy to get a job

again when she

I head over and discuss something with Mr. Ben.” As soon as Lucy told Charlotte her upcoming agenda,

trio, sitting in front of the dressing table, allowing them to work wonders with her

just taken her shower a few hours ago, they wouldn’t have to wash her hair anymore. In order to get her hair styled, a simple blow dry was sufficient. Since she had flawless skin, they merely had to apply light make-up to highlight

were done with her look, they helped her to get changed into

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

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

was all the way up to her inner