Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

It was already three in the morning when Zachary came back to Ashenville Garden. The hotel was silent as everyone was asleep. He unbuttoned his jacket and went upstairs quickly. He glanced at Sharon’s room when he went past it, but it was quiet inside.

His subordinate was waiting in his room to report the events of the day. “Cain and Kyle didn’t see Ms. Lindberg, but Ms. Blackwood probably did. She didn’t ask or say anything about it. She has been in her room since you left and didn’t come out since.”

“I see.” Zachary nodded and waved him down.

He had a nightmare that night. In his dream, Charlotte barged into the Nachts’ residence with her subordinates. She killed Henry before she took away the kids, and pointed a gun at him. “You did this, Zachary!” she spat hatefully. “This is for Mrs. Berry.” The gunshot was the last thing he heard.

Zachary woke up and stared at the ceiling in panic, his forehead drenched in sweat.

knocked on the door, and Ben’s voice could be heard. “I bring news,

himself and sat up. After putting on a robe, he said,

came in with his head bowed. “I’ve received news about Ms. Lindberg’s departure to the airport earlier. Also, Synder Group’s stocks took a dip overnight, and some of the big shareholders withdrew their capital.

behind the attack last night, huh?” He looked down. “What a foolish

called me earlier. He told me you didn’t take his call, so

down, not us. What does this have to do with

them,” Ben answered. “Also, Ms. Blackwood is waiting for you downstairs. Mr.

minute.

retreated from

The medical staff was packing up, and Cynthia was sorting out her medical kit. She stood up and looked at Zachary nervously when