Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Charlotte! Charlotte!” Michael shouted from outside the ward. “Are you okay?”

He paused for a moment before speaking again, “Zachary Nacht! I won’t let you hurt her again!”

“Mr. Brown, please be quiet! This is a hospital!” Raina scolded.

“Mrs. Berry gave me a call and told me that the kids went missing!” Michael exclaimed angrily. “Did Zachary kidnap them? They’re only three years old! Doesn’t he know that the kids…”

“That’s enough!” Raina bellowed, cutting him off. “You’re doing nothing but hurting Ms. Windt!”“What are you talking about? Why would I hurt her?” Michael asked incredulously as he tried to push past her. “Zachary Nacht! Get out…”

The door creaked open before he could finish his sentence.

Zachary emerged from the room, his clothes in a wrinkled mess.

Even so, his mere presence felt like a chokehold.

He glared at Michael warily. “What’s the matter now, Mr. Brown?”

Did you kidnap those three kids?” Michael asked,

the temperature in

holding her injured waist.

What in the world happened to you?” Michael yelled the moment he saw Charlotte in her battered state. He rushed forward to support her. “Did you

the torso during the banquet that night, but

Charlotte standing before him looked as though she had

“What are you

raising his

yelled, trying her best to push him away on her unsteady feet. “That’s enough,

got himself involved in her matters, the

and he would definitely try his best to help her as long as she

Michael’s involvement would only make things thousand times more

He’s messing everything up!

Michael said,

of here alive,” Zachary scoffed. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Michael’s neck. “You have