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.

you waiting for? Come right this

that the tacky

out of her thoughts and trailed behind

of trepidation washed over her as they made their way over to Zachary's private room. Has he recognized me? How is he going

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

at the entrance as she did

way, please,” Ben gestured for

room, making her

paid no heed to her

in his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and

she relented and went

on the other hand,

voice after she was done. She had no idea what Zachary

Zachary gestured at her with his

down and opened another bottle of red wine

had not once averted his

dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to

feeling nervous, she was actually glad that the wound on the back

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

not turn over her hand to check, her palm was actually concealed from sight when

done decanting, Charlotte poured

she stood up and retracted a few steps back, keeping quiet all the while as she kept her head low,

had not once lifted her head and looked him in the

cool as a cucumber throughout the