Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 693

Of course he didn't want to switch houses. He wanted to be as close to Charlotte as possible.

Here, an even more alluring smile appeared on Zachary's lips. He turned around and walked straight into the villa.

Mr. Potter didn't dare to question his decision or ask even more questions. He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and continue making arrangements for Zachary.

The master bedroom of the villa was huge. The last rays of the evening streamed through the floor-length windows and pooled into a golden spot on the ground.

Zachary took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his stifling shirt. Carrying a wine glass, he made his way to the balcony and sat down on the marble-white recliner. Squinting in the sunlight, he turned to look at the balcony of the adjoining house.

Almost immediately, the balcony door slid opened and out stepped a familiar-looking person. The woman was barefoot and wore her hair down around her shoulders. In a long, flowing silk dress, she looked both relaxed and careless.

Without her aloof, arrogant façade, she appeared more like the innocent, simple Charlotte from the past.

“Well, I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Nacht.”

Charlotte sat down on the same marble-white recliner. She stretched out her hand towards Morgan, who promptly passed her a glass of ready-made cocktail.

“I like admiring the beautiful scenery and beautiful women alike,” Zachary remarked.

He smiled at her and raised his eyebrows with an ambiguous look on his face.

Mr. Nacht,” Charlotte commented with a taunting laugh. “What happened

only show this side of me

hadn't changed a bit. After taking off her makeup and letting her hair down, she looked quite the same as before. However, her eyes had taken on a rather

came

fun of me, Mr. Nacht?” Charlotte asked, laughing coldly.

wife...” Zachary tried to provoke a reaction from her. “She has been

“Mr. Nacht, your method

you really

fake, however, she had

have no recollection

as if Zachary was a complete stranger to her. To

would I know

her eyebrows provokingly, laughing frostily as

of mockery towards him, her heart was actually full of complicated

he told her that she looked a lot like his wife, the needle in her heart had wedged itself a little deeper. The jolt of pain in her heart

was as though his words

help but wonder if they had met

there was a loud commotion downstairs. “You foolish people, don't you have

voice sounded