Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 415

Zachary narrowed his eyes at Charlotte's wrist.

“Aren't you going to let her go?” Ben bellowed at the guy, “Are you tired of having your hands attached to your body?”

The man hurriedly let go of Charlotte and retracted a few steps and slumped to the sofa behind. He asked in an apprehensive manner, “Who- who are you guys?”

The other men at the sofa were scared to their wits and dared not make a sound.

“Make him lose the hand that was gripping her wrist just now!”

Zachary barked the orders before turning around to leave.

Stumped, Charlotte froze on the ground, widening her eyes in disbelief at the turn of events. Before she could even figure out what just transpired, the sounds of the man wailing in pain filled the private room.

As she traced the sounds of the man screaming in pain, she was greeted by the sight of Ben stepping the man's hands against the wall. The crisp sounds of the man's bones cracking rang in her ears.

The man's face grimaced with the excruciating pain. He tried hard to struggle himself free but to no avail.

The other people in the private room paled at the sight as they retreated themselves to a corner, not daring to utter even a single word.

The hostesses had never seen anything like it and shuddered in fear as they covered their eyes.

“You have a death wish!” Ben scowled at the man and retracted his foot.

The man slumped to the floor and fainted from the agonizing pain.

Charlotte was stumped and froze on the ground. Moments passed and she still could not regain her composure.

for? Come right this

until then, Ben was still not certain that

herself to snap out of her thoughts and trailed

their way over to Zachary's private room. Has he recognized me? How

long, they had already reached Zachary's private room. He was enjoying his drink quietly on the sofa. He looked calm and composed, his eyes

at the entrance as she did

Ben gestured for her

to enter the private room, making her way to

heed to her as he

in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and finally parted his lips to order her,

stumped, but she relented and went over to

other

done. She had

another bottle,” Zachary gestured at her

and opened another bottle of red

the while, Zachary had not once averted his gaze from

of the reasons that he demanded her to wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after

the wound on the back of her hand had actually healed and did not leave any

the scar on her palms from being scalded by the cigar was still clear

hand to check, her palm was actually

was done decanting, Charlotte poured a

stood up and retracted a few steps back, keeping quiet all the while as

had not once lifted her head and looked

as a cucumber throughout the