Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Upon meeting the new manager in the office, Charlotte almost jumped. He was Peter Jones, the former owner of Bar DTT!

“It’s you?” Peter exclaimed, looking equally surprised as her.

“It’s been a while, huh?” Charlotte mumbled awkwardly. After all, she was well aware that the closing of Bar DTT was closely linked to her. Oh, god. Will he still employ me? I’ve cost him to lose so much money!

“You two are acquainted?” Olivia raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. Olivia, you can go ahead and do your tasks now. I’ll talk to her,” Peter said, smiling.Charlotte also gave her a nod. Olivia blinked. “Okay… I’ll go work now. Call me if anything comes up!” she said as she left.

“Okay!”

Then, he pulled Charlotte to take a seat and poured her a drink. “When I heard Olivia talking about introducing a friend to work here, I was expecting another student from a music school. I did not expect to meet you here at all!”

“Even I. I’ve caused you so much trouble, but I’ve never apologized in proper… “ Charlotte squirmed around uncomfortably.

one who provoked Mr.

and made no

not mean them at all. Did… did the two

not!” Charlotte

you, in a genuine way. I’ve never seen him treat another girl that way. That night was really just an accident,” Peter lamented, letting out a

delve deeper. And about my job application, are you

course, I’ll take you in, simple as that. But hold on, aren’t you Mr. Nacht’s girlfriend? Why are you hunting for a job here? Did the two of you split

But… I mean… I wasn’t really his girlfriend, to begin

news. He’s going to be engaged with the daughter of the Blackwood family,

same article. Hmph. They seem to be a good match,” Charlotte said

this. Marriages in those wealthy families never end up well. Those involved can’t even make decisions for themselves. Don’t be too resentful toward Mr. Nacht… “ With the tone that Peter spoke in, he sounded like a weary man who had

not resentful. We broke up on good

said those words, Zachary’s dark gaze flashed across her mind,

able to escape