Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“She stepped on my hand without a second thought! There were shattered pieces of glasses everywhere on the ground! I-I…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as she started sniffling convulsively.

“Stop looking for excuses to justify your carelessness!” Ms. Goldstein reprimanded the woman and warned her, “No matter what, the show has to go on because the guests are the bigshots from the upper echelon and the corporate world! If you can’t think of something by then, you won’t get to stay in the industry anymore.”

“I-I…”

“I’ll get the violinists to perform ahead of you! I want you to deal with it by hook or by crook!”

Charlotte heard the clicking voice of Ms. Goldstein’s high heels. She knew the fierce woman would stride out of the lounge soon.

Immediately, she stepped aside and saw Ms. Goldstein with a black suit walking out of the room, heading towards the powder room that was diagonally opposite the lounge. The fierce-looking Ms. Goldstein clapped her hands and announced, “Violinists! Please get yourself ready because you’ll be performing on stage three minutes later!”

Charlotte turned around and peered into the lounge, spotting the presence of a good-looking woman wailing as she stepped aside from the partition. She could barely pull herself together while her trembling hand bled excessively.

no choice but to tend to her wounds by herself. It was a

open it with her elbow since her palms were gravely injured. Unfortunately, her effort

room and offered, “Allow me

Charlotte’s presence. Shortly, she nodded and

iodine to sterilize the woman’s injured palm before picking the shattered pieces

stop trembling due to the racking sensation she felt, but she pursed her lips and resisted the urge to wail. Nevertheless, torrents of grief streamed

Literally, Charlotte could feel the woman’s pain when she saw her wounded palm. “No! We can’t delay any further! I’ll bring you to the hospital at once! Otherwise, your hand will be crippled for the rest of

The girl wailed and begged Charlotte, “Please bind my hand and see if you can stop the bleeding. I’ll put on a pair of gloves and brace myself through the

mind? How are you going to play the piano when you’re in such a pathetic state?”

It wasn’t even a serious knock. I don’t mind being blamed, but how could she step on my hand when there were

started trembling in anger and wailed hysterically to vent her

be merciful, but she had no intention to stop! Instead, she went all out and moved her foot around feverishly. If the woman beside