Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte dropped her documents and made her way over to the window to marvel at the awe-inspiring view. Could Francesca be here to look for me?

“Meeting adjourned!” Danrique said in a cold voice.

The executives almost trampled over one another in their haste to leave the office.

“Danrique…”

“I knew it!” He gritted his teeth in consternation. “I know she wouldn’t be able to let go of her money, so I locked her bank cards, ID, and jewelry away in a safe downstairs. She took the bait!”

Charlotte was flabbergasted. Francesca is not here for me after all! She’s here for her money.

“Get back,” Danrique ordered before pulling open his drawer to reveal a safe painted entirely in gold. “You have no business being here.”

I’m confident that she would not be able to escape with the safe without me noticing. If she’s going to try anyway, things might get dangerous for Charlotte.

“We can talk about it, Danrique,” Charlotte pleaded.

merely flapped

did not need to be told twice. Beckoning at Lupine and Morgan, the trio left hurriedly. Charlotte turned to take one last look at the safe when they were at

side of the safe. In that photograph, Danrique’s head was tilted with a cold expression on his face. Francesca wore a red wig and leaned

them had their lips locked though they did not look like they were

been secretly captured as they appeared taken aback in the picture.

photograph by holding on to

the safe which served to

could not resist herself. “How did you meet

to you?

a fight to the death with Francesca and was not pleased to see Charlotte dawdling in the

photograph of the both of you

gaze fell upon it as

on the photograph, the anger in his eyes seemed to soften as a complex mix of emotions welled up from

success of all relationships worth having is based on communication, Danrique,” she said gently before departing. “It’s no use being more headstrong than she is in the hopes of forcing her into conformity. You need to

as if the devil herself

Mrs.

think it’s wise to be here when whatever Mr. Lindberg

eyed the crowded elevators, opting instead to use the stairs. “Let’s not get

right, Charlotte. Let’s