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…”

said, “Ms. Blackwood has instructed someone

no intention to put the

whereas the make-up artist that was behind them had a few delicate-looking boxes with her—including a few accessories and a pair of shoes to

bring this over to you. Are you free? Can we proceed

turn down their request because she

upper echelon and the corporate world will be joining us tonight. I don’t think Ms. Blackwood will try anything

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 to her,

return to her anymore.” The trio put on a pitiable

their request again when she heard

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

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

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 her

helped her to get changed into the evening gown

stared at herself in the mirror wide-eyed. “What the heck is

her busty figure and her cleavage, covering only the most

the way up to her inner thigh. Should she fail