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…”

“Ms. Blackwood has instructed someone

in.” Charlotte had no intention to put the person in charge

them had a few delicate-looking boxes with her—including a few accessories and a pair of shoes to go

asked cordially, “Ms. Windt, Ms. Blackwood has instructed us to bring this over to you. Are you free? Can

she tried to make something up to turn down their request because she had no intention

and the corporate world will be joining us tonight. I don’t think Ms. Blackwood will try anything silly in front

are beyond my realm, I don’t think I have to be part of it.” Charlotte told the stylists and make-up artist, “Please express my utmost gratitude

we don’t have to return to her anymore.” The trio put on a pitiable front and stated in an aggrieved manner, “Ms.

again

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

in front of the dressing table, allowing them to work

anymore. In order to get her hair styled, a simple blow dry was sufficient.

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

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

busty figure and her cleavage, covering only the most important parts

train, it had a high split that was all the way up to her