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…”

you can

Zachary nodded half-heartedly. “We shall see,

talking, he gave a

courteously. “This way, Miss Gold,” he

had just invited her in for a

and asked cautiously, “Mr. Nacht, can we

peered at her phone with no

Miss.”

to utter another word of protest, Nancy reluctantly got up and

Ben opened the door of the lounge for Nancy, he caught sight of Charlotte’s ferocious female bodyguard closing the door of the opposite lounge across

his teeth in fury upon seeing her

exited the lounge, Ben slammed the door shut in frustration. “That damned woman, I

eyes to peer at Ben. He was quietly savoring the

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

she looks like she has great combat skills, you might not be able to beat her if there was a duel,” teased

“Mr. Nacht, I’m one of your men, how could you compliment others while

her in combat, then we’ll see.”

to… but she’s one of Ms. Lindberg’s people, and I dare

his sentence, a loud noise came from outside. “What the f*ck

It was Marino!

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