Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

As Charlotte served the beers and jotted down the orders, she suddenly caught sight of someone who looked all too familiar. Her heart almost missed a beat upon looking at him from behind.

It’s him!

Every time Zachary visited Sultry Night, he would don a black leather jacket and cover his face with his unique black mask. Even in the dimly lit hallway, his tall stature still exuded strength and screamed power.

The aura around him made him seem like a god of the underworld.

But why is he here?Is he coming here to fool around with the hostesses too?

In an instant, countless thoughts flooded into Charlotte’s head. She fixed her gaze on him with mixed emotions.

Only when Zachary entered his usual private room did she turn her head around.

“Charlotte, what’s up?” Olivia tapped on Charlotte’s shoulder playfully.

“Nothing. Room V11 wants some ice. I’ll go get it,” Charlotte replied, coming to her senses.

“I can go instead. There’s another group of customers in that private room over there. They just arrived, so you can go in there and maybe get a big order or two! Get going! Good luck!” Olivia took her tray with a bright smile.

“Hah… alright!”

started working, but the number of orders she got at the end of the day was still

had reminded her countless of times to be thick-skinned and master the art of using the right words to become more likable. “Otherwise, you’ll be leaving with your base salary forever!” she

acted stiffly. Unable to hold back her impatience any longer, Fleur gave Charlotte a final warning and told her that she would be fired if her sales

was a huge slap in Charlotte’s face and gave her a reality

could find to help Charlotte get bigger orders from more

these private rooms because we are more educated than the rest. We are pretty lucky if you think about it. Look at our fellow promoters! They get the hang of working here within days, and some made enough to buy their

do! It’s just that I’m not that sociable… But I’ll work

leave the place. We can’t be working here our whole lives, can we?” Olivia lamented, putting an

the top promoter tonight!” Charlotte shook off her negative thoughts and

and get going! That’s a VVIP room. You

“Yeah!”

a deep breath

was the customer in there. He had bottles of liquor

her identity

glanced at her outfit. Even after she altered her uniform, the clothes still looked skimpy, and it looked as if she was showing off her curvy figure. With the addition of the black-laced mask and