Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 30

Those few restaurants are among H City’s most famous and one has to make a reservation half a month in advance. How is it possible to get all those items within just half an hour?

He is obviously messing with me.

“By the way...” Ben turned around to add, “If you don’t get them within half an hour, please be prepared to be transferred to the janitorial department.”

Charlotte felt the urge to clench her fists and scream, “I quit!”

Just when her lips moved, the words were stuck in her throat.

At that moment, Zachary had entered the elevator. When he turned around, he smiled deviously at her.

“I...”

Before she could say anything, the elevator door closed.

Shutting her eyes tightly and gritting her teeth, she screamed at herself for being useless.

“Charlotte, Charlotte!” David’s voice broke her train of thought. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Charlotte felt like crying. “I should have just shut up. Why did I offer to buy the Devil breakfast?”

anyone catch you saying that

on the brink of tears. “To buy all those items in half an hour is just

before.” David gave her a sympathetic look. “I have not been to such high-end places before. Usually,

the seventh floor?” Charlotte was surprised. “Before this, I only ate at the

floor serves local food while the one on the twenty-first floor serves international cuisine. Most of the white-collared staff

know what to

there was no time to waste.

the restaurant on the seventh floor, she got

that, she went to the

the items listed by Ben. Since they were similar,

then, she had used up twenty-one minutes and only had

with the food, she realized

then did she recall that it was Roy of the administration department who granted her access to the sixty-eight floor with his card. She was there to clean

going to do

started out with enough time, but now

asking for Roy’s help. But when she recalled how he was avoiding her, she

realized the card granted her access to the

she arrived, she continued going up

story climb from the forty-eight