Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte’s eyes shone. She was about to lie when Mrs. Berry agitatedly continued, “It really was him. That a******. Karma will get him!”

“No, you got it wrong…” Charlotte tried to explain.

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Berry’s face was red with anger. “You’re never one to lie. One look and I know exactly what happened.”

“It was him, but he didn’t hit me. He hit someone else and I stood in his way. Which is why…”

“So it was him? The next time I see him, I’ll be sure to teach him a lesson,” said Mrs. Berry with frustration.

“You can’t. He’s the Devil. It was dangerous enough when you hit him with the broom. If you try something like that again…” Charlotte rushed to advise her against it.

“So? It’s not like he’ll kill me. At the very most, I’ll sacrifice my life fighting it out with him,” said Mrs. Berry fearlessly.

“He might not kill you, but he could punish me.” Charlotte threw out her trump card.

won’t go after

don’t need his house, the people he

you see how he beat up Michael? Michael is no match for him.” Charlotte furrowed her brows

him? Is the bad man

He has saved me many times. If not

When?” Mrs. Berry

“Those times…”

recounted those times where she was in danger, when the house exploded, when she was attacked, and how it was Zachary that

was

not a bad person. He just has a bad temper.

to those quiet days. Although we were poor and times were hard, life was stable. Nothing much happened.

You can relax.” Charlotte made a

okay.” Mrs. Berry grabbed Charlotte and choked out, “Before Mr. Windt’s incident, he hoped that you would be safe and

with treatment and get better