Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 777

“Okay.” Henry nodded. “Your clinic in M Nation's a nice one. Christopher frequents it since it's hard for a doctor to treat himself. He needs a professional opinion from other doctors.”

“Okay.” Henry nodded. “Your clinic in M Nation's a nice one. Christopher frequents it since it's hard for a doctor to treat himself. He needs a professional opinion from other doctors.”

'Oh, I'm just an amateur compared to him.' Cynthia smiled sheepishly. 'Your previous treatment has been going well, Grandpa. You should keep at it.'

“I think I should. My back's been really sore lately. I think I'll go back once everything's settled down here.” Henry fiddled with the board.

“What business do you have here?” Zachary asked casually. “I'll handle the company, so don't worry about it.” Finally. Zachary grasped the chance to talk about it.

“I know you can handle it.” Henry gazed into him. “But what about your personal problems?”

Zachary froze. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Cynthia's a good girl.” Henry peered at Cynthia. “You should talk to her more.”

Zachary frowned. He was about to fly into a rage, but then he remembered something. Henry will go back to M Nation if I pretend to date Cynthia, and he wouldn't bother me anymore. I can also take the time to settle business with Charlotte.

“Yeah, she's a nice girl. I can try dating

stunned. She had been waiting for him to

too much enthusiasm, or it'd be too fake. “I can date her and see

in exuberance. “You'll see how nice Cynthia is

yeah, I know.” Zachary gave her a

and he didn't want to get between the 'couple,' so he said, “Whoops, I'm getting sleepy after I had something to eat. Must be my age acting up. I'll go

back to his room, and Zachary put his cutlery down. “I'm done with supper, so I'm

see if that kid's doing what he said he would. He's one little trickster, that boy is.

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