Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 79

Raina brought Charlotte to Princess Consort, a private boutique that was located in the heart of a shopping plaza.

The woman appeared to have booked the entire place just for Charlotte. More than ten staff members and a team of three internationally recognized makeup artists stood waiting to attend to Charlotte’s needs.

Charlotte was stunned by the grandness of everything. Tugging Raina’s sleeve nervously, she whispered, “Don’t you think this is a bit of an overkill?”

“Don’t worry! I have arranged everything for you.”

Raina helped Charlotte into a private room and helped her to clean up her wounds and bandage them. Afterward, the former told the makeup artists to start working on the latter.

Charlotte had a vague memory of experiencing this sort of treatment before. Back in the day, her father had hired a professional makeup artist for her. During an important event, she would ring up the makeup artist and have her come over to do her makeup.

The makeup artists at Princess Consort, who were now attending to Charlotte, were extremely difficult to hire. They would only agree to be hired for someone’s birthday, and even that appointment had to be booked six months in advance.

Today, however, Zachary had booked the entire boutique for her and ordered everyone to attend to her and her only.

This meant that the man’s power and influence stretched much farther than she had imagined.

Here, she felt even nervier about the whole thing. She shouldn’t get close to men like him—once she offended him, it would be over for her.

She spent the rest of the time entertaining her nonsensical worries...

artists were still crowding around her, touching up her makeup and fluffing up her hair. However, she had already dozed off on

other at the sight. They

would you? Ms. Windt has injuries on

The makeup artists immediately made

them let out a gasp. “Oh, Mr.

and the other makeup artists turned around

into the boutique, but there he was, standing in a corner. He was wearing a black western suit that elongated his tall body; the dim lights of the boutique accentuated the sharp edges of his face, reflecting off his eyes and giving one the impression that

watching the sleeping woman in the

excellent time to doze

afternoon, Mr. Nacht!” Everyone bowed, greeting

signaling to everyone to

fell silent at once. The makeup artists resumed their job,

sat down on the ottoman next to the sofa. He rested his elbow on

a shortage of women who gawked openly at him and threw themselves into

he had felt very amused and decided to continue playing along with

a gigolo, he had flared up immediately—so much so that he wanted to strangle her to

him out of his money, he had felt

hadn’t been able to contain his rage, exploding with anger. Consumed with murderous intent, he had decided to put the man to