Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Ms. Lindberg, your bodyguards sure are an image of yourself,” joked Zachary in a good manner while stepping out of his private room. “All of you are hot-tempered.”

“Sorry ’bout that,” grinned Charlotte humbly. “Us Lindbergs are rather aggressive with quite a unique personality. Please excuse us, Mr. Nacht.”

“That’s quite alright, Ms. Lindberg. A gentleman will not pick fights with women.” A smile made its way to his lips. No matter what, Zachary had to redeem some of Ben’s and Marino’s dignity. “As for us Nachts, we might have superb combat skills, but we will never bully the weak just because we’re strong.”

Well said! Applaud Ben internally as he felt his dignity being restored.

Upon seeing someone finally had their backs, Marino’s gaze soften as well.

“Hah,” sneered Charlotte. “Who’s strong and who’s weak, we don’t even know yet.”

At the side, Lupine and Morgan cracked their knuckles, ever ready for another fight.

Ben and Marino did not back down either. The pair puffed up their chests and raised their fists, getting into a fighting stance.

Zachary while shrugging his shoulders. “How ’bout we play a

asked with an arched eyebrow,

his chest, leaning nonchalantly against the door frame of his private lounge. “There are lots of games we can play at the basement… unless of course, you’re

her spine and lifted her chin in pride. “Who’s to say, maybe

we?” Zachary gestured in the direction of the

pair moved towards the elevator side by side with six of their people trailing behind. Each

Zachary walked next to each

eyes, taking in her angelic face, raven-black hair, and the same mild perfume she used to wear. Everything about her seemed to be

you looking

of course!”

you will never get to

shall see.” The corners of

it was men’s territory. Pole dancers are on the

their laps, playing

word that Zachary and Charlotte had arrived. He quickly got up to greet the two. The few merchants

“Mr. Nacht, Ms. Lindberg!”

waved his hand dismissively, letting the crowd know not to be influenced

the game. Nevertheless, their eyes

suggest, Ms. Lindberg?”

eyes across the room, finally landing on the dartboard. “A game

nodded Zachary. “Not a bad choice, my men are