Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary cringed slightly in response. He was about to decline when he saw Charlotte heading their way, causing him to change his mind. With a coy but polite smile, Zachary gestured to the door of his lounge. “Please! Come in!”

“Thank you!” chirped Nancy, ecstatic.

Zachary smile, glancing quickly in Charlotte’s direction before leading Nancy into his private lounge, deliberately slowing down his pace.

As he had intended, Charlotte passed by the pair on her way to her own lounge. However, to his dismay, Charlotte merely gave him a look of contempt and walked right past without further thought.

Zachary’s brows furrowed as he frowned. The interaction between Charlotte and Sharon, the way Charlotte was finding fault in Sharon in everything the latter did, the way Charlotte seemed to be getting revenge crossed his mind. All those seemed to prove she really was Charlotte Windt…

So why, upon seeing myself in close proximity with another woman, did she not even flinch?

“Mr. Nacht, my family’s company is entertainment-based. We have signed contracts with many popular celebrities in Koandria…”

immediately launched into self-introduction the second she sat down. “Hope you can give us a

“We shall see,

talking, he gave a

walked forward and bowed courteously. “This way, Miss Gold,”

Zachary had just invited her in for a

her phone and asked

at her phone with

please, Miss.” Ben

reluctantly got up and

Charlotte’s ferocious female bodyguard closing the door of the opposite lounge across the hallway. The latter noticed him

Ben gnashed his teeth in

the lounge, Ben slammed the door shut in frustration. “That damned woman, I will make her

out of curiosity and lifted his eyes to peer at Ben. He was quietly savoring the wine he had poured for

Ms. Lindberg,” huffed Ben. “Yesterday during the car accident, it was her who came out of the car and started hollering at me. She even had the audacity to glare at me just a

great combat skills, you might not be able to beat her

of your men, how could you compliment others while putting your

maybe defeat her in combat, then we’ll see.” Zachary

of Ms. Lindberg’s people, and I

came from outside. “What the f*ck are you doing?” a

It was Marino!

like your fighting skills aren’t as good as your racing skills,”