Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I have something else to tend to!”

“Ten minutes! No! Five minutes! Wait! Three minutes! Three minutes is all it takes! Please?”

“Fine. I’ll spare you three minutes”

As Zachary gave in to Sharon’s demand, he opened the door and walked into the room.

Charlotte tried to push Michael away from her, but it was too late—the duo that was at the entrance had caught them red-handed.Sharon and Zachary paused due to Michael and Charlotte’s odd position.

Michael had his arms straightened on the couch while he was on top of Charlotte. Her exposing and messed-up gown caused others to misperceive they were in the middle of an intimate session.

The moment Zachary opened the door, a gentle breeze whizzed into the pitch-black room, causing Charlotte’s already exposing dress to billow, exposing her inner thighs and her busty figure.

The air went dead silent as things had gotten unexpectedly awkward between the parties that were present.

Charlotte could feel the murderous intent through the glint in Zachary’s eyes, although they were a few feet away.

Her heart sank because she thought the furious man would kill her for real. Immediately, she sat upright and adjusted her wrinkled gown.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to get in your way! We have no idea this room is occupied, but please pay no heed to us and go on with the session that has been started!”

broke the silence and stirred

Charlotte could feel Zachary’s wrath because it was written all

let’s go and leave them

shrugged Sharon off and made his way into

as if a cannibal was on his way to her. She got up from the couch but staggered due to the height of

She almost fell, but Michael stopped her

stuttered after she

we’re merely having a talk, okay?

the room when he spotted the anxious look on Charlotte and he

fingers through the silky-smooth gown of hers. “Really? You’re telling me she’s

chimed in, “Why can’t you have a talk with her at the banquet hall? What sort of confidential

out loud, “Are you sure both of you are merely

and confronted, “Aren’t you the one who has

with the vicious scheme of Sharon, she didn’t want

you have the chance to do so?” Sharon responded with a contemptuous look and shifted the responsibilities to

“Y-You—”

cheek with his gigantic palm. “She’s right! You should stop blaming others when you’re the one

she didn’t expect such a harsh remark