Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Mr. Nacht is just brutal with words,” Raina said, sighing. “He could have just told you that he’s going to find your kids…”

“Really?” Charlotte said, still not entirely convinced. “Is he really that nice?”

“He found you lying unconscious on your apartment floor last night, and he rushed you to the hospital immediately. He stayed by your side the whole night when you were asleep. Don’t you remember all that?” Raina asked, a little annoyed at how dense Charlotte could be.

Charlotte glanced at the sofa—Zachary’s blazer, the Nacht family’s exclusive wine glasses, and the unfinished pastries and fruits sitting on the table. She recalled how he had held her hand and spoke to her in a soothing voice when she woke up screaming and crying for her kids.

She recalled how he had hesitated instead of outright rejecting her when she begged him to help her find her kids, and how he had only lost his temper when Michael appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe, just maybe…

Raina said with a sigh. “Even I can see it. He’s hot-tempered and stubborn, but he’s a simple man with

him if he leaves my family

soon enough,” Raina said as she picked up some bandages from the cart she pushed in. “Please lie down,

Charlotte said, clambering onto

she helped Charlotte change her bandages, and the paramedics came in just moments

her phone to give Mrs. Berry a call, but she could not find

was to fuss over her the moment the call went through, and she only calmed down when Charlotte confirmed that

a ward just upstairs, she heaved a huge sigh of relief. Looks like Zachary kept his promise and

going home soon, Mrs. Berry,” she said.

of that devil!” Mrs. Berry added

Berry and the kids out of the drama with Zachary, but her knowledge of the kids’ disappearance came as a

Berry called Michael—who saw Zachary as an