Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary narrowed his eyes at Charlotte’s wrist.

q“Aren’t you going to let her go?” Ben bellowed at the guy, “Are you tired of having your hands attached to your body?”

The man hurriedly let go of Charlotte and retracted a few steps and slumped to the sofa behind. He asked in an apprehensive manner, “Who- who are you guys?”

The other men at the sofa were scared to their wits and dared not make a sound.

“Make him lose the hand that was gripping her wrist just now!”

Zachary barked the orders before turning around to leave.

Stumped, Charlotte froze on the ground, widening her eyes in disbelief at the turn of events. Before she could even figure out what just transpired, the sounds of the man wailing in pain filled the private room.

As she traced the sounds of the man screaming in pain, she was greeted by the sight of Ben stepping the man’s hands against the wall. The crisp sounds of the man’s bones cracking rang in her ears.

The man’s face grimaced with the excruciating pain. He tried hard to struggle himself free but to no avail.

The other people in the private room paled at the sight as they retreated themselves to a corner, not daring to utter even a single word.

The hostesses had never seen anything like it and shuddered in fear as they covered their eyes.

“You have a death wish!” Ben scowled at the man and retracted his foot.

to the floor

and froze on the ground. Moments passed and she still could not

Come right this

not certain that the tacky woman standing before him

snap out of her

room. Has he recognized

had already reached Zachary’s private room. He was enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked

the entrance as she did not

Ben gestured for her to

but to enter the private room, making her way to the center,

to her as he silently

hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and finally parted his lips to order her, “Go

was stumped, but she relented and went over to

other

in a small voice after she was done. She had

bottle,” Zachary gestured at her

crouched down and opened another bottle of red

had not once averted his gaze from

her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to identify her by

that the wound on the back of her

palms from being scalded by the cigar was still clear

long as he did not turn over her hand to check, her palm was actually

was done decanting, Charlotte poured a half a glass for

all the while as she kept

had not once lifted her head and looked