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.

Ben’s voice could be heard. “I bring news,

and sat up. After putting on a robe, he

Ms. Lindberg’s departure to the airport earlier. Also, Synder Group’s stocks took a dip

the attack last night, huh?”

a mess now, and Mr. Henry called me earlier. He told me you didn’t take his call, so he wanted

take them down, not us. What does this have to do with us?” Zachary’s face

you to help them,” Ben answered. “Also, Ms. Blackwood is waiting for you downstairs. Mr. Blackwood has sent someone to pick

give me a minute. I’ll be there

retreated from

quickly washed up and changed into a set of new clothes before going down. The medical staff was packing up, and Cynthia was sorting out her medical kit. She stood up and looked at Zachary