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.

the floor and fainted

froze on the ground. Moments passed and she still

are you waiting for? Come right this way!” Ben

Ben was still not certain that the tacky woman

forced herself to snap out of her thoughts and

way over to Zachary’s private room. Has he

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

the entrance as she did not

please,” Ben gestured for her to

choice but to enter the private room, making her way

to her as he

the drink in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and

went over to the

on the other hand,

after she was done. She had no idea what Zachary

another bottle,” Zachary gestured at

bottle of red wine to

Zachary had not once

the reasons that he demanded her to wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to identify

the back of her

on her palms from being scalded

as he did not turn over her hand to check, her

she was done decanting, Charlotte poured a half a

keeping quiet all the while as she kept

head and