Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“That might be a possibility.” Zachary narrowed his gaze.

“Tell me who tried to frame her then?” Henry arched a brow in question. “Spencer went over the surveillance cameras. She was the one who ground the coffee beans, brewed the coffee, and brought it to your office. No one else was involved in the process.”

After a pause, something occurred to him.

“Oh, right. She bumped into Ben in front of your office,” he sneered. “Are you saying Ben poisoned the coffee and framed it on her?”

“Oh!” Ben exclaimed in shock. “I did nothing.”

“After taking the coffee from her, Ben entered your office. We don’t have access to the surveillance cameras inside your office,” explained Spencer as he gave Zachary a polite bow.

“Of course, Ben should be a suspect as well. If you think my decision isn’t fair enough, I can send both Ben and Charlotte to the police so the police can decide for themselves.”

Ben glanced at Zachary sheepishly and said nothing.

“Otherwise, you can give us access to the surveillance cameras in your office to see whether Ben was the culprit,” suggested Spencer.

“No need,” Zachary sat down on a chair and declared. “There isn’t any surveillance camera in my office!”

“Then—”

“He has worked with me for ten years. I have total control over him, so he

gazed at

office again after the incident. If it was her, she would’ve retrieved the cup and destroy the evidence. She might be a fool, but there’s no

“Sharon is your fiancée! Someone poisoned her, and she’s unconscious. Her life is in

only stating

gazed at him. Luckily, he trusts me.

Henry was impatient by now. “I

you doing? Take

moved to carry out

“No!” Charlotte was flustered.

dare you?”

came to

to go

hit the ground with his cane in

Zachary