Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“I’m here to discuss the Gymnasium Project, Zachary,” Robert finally revealed why he was here. “I believe you’ve read the relevant documents. As the other shareholders are fine with it, we just need your signature.”

“The other shareholders are fine with it?” Zachary arched an eyebrow. “Are they waiting for my decision?”

He knew the shareholders wouldn’t dare to say a word before he did.

“Ha! Of course,” Robert replied with an awkward grin. “You need to approve it.”

“Mm, I’m going to be the bad guy.” Zachary sipped on his coffee.

Robert had no idea Zachary was going to be this difficult. Though he was

world. No one will dare to question your

not? Signing the document means offending my children’s mommy.” Zachary didn’t bother mincing his words. “If it was someone else, never mind. She’s the only person I

brows snapped together. “Didn’t you break up with her a while ago?” he asked, confused. “She did that

family and Lindberg family are at odds, and you aren’t related to her anymore. Why are you so afraid of her? I

ended with a careful

help it.” Zachary shrugged helplessly. “She’s the mother of my children, and they listen to her. If she’s

an excuse, but he couldn’t find a plausible reason to retort that excuse of

to him. “Instead, go to the person involved. If you don’t want her to

“But I—”

have an appointment.” Zachary seemed torn. “Why don’t

Robert responded stiffly. He stood up and

silver boxes. “Take these with you. Perhaps you might need it

sent a course of annoyance throughout