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!”

as she listened to Olivia. It had been a week since she started working, but the number of orders she got at the end of the day was still the least

art of using the right words to become more

still acted stiffly. Unable to hold back her impatience any longer, Fleur gave Charlotte a final warning and told her that

in Charlotte’s face and gave her a reality check. She knew that she

every single opportunity she could find

to work in 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 houses in the short span of a few months!

course, I do! It’s just that I’m not that sociable… But I’ll work hard… “ Charlotte pursed

we shall leave the place. We can’t be working

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

and get going! That’s a VVIP room. You mustn’t make

“Yeah!”

to get ice, Charlotte took a deep

orders from that private room. After all, Zachary was the customer in there. He had bottles of

problem then was hiding her identity from him. Will he recognize

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