Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 807

Louis took his coat off and draped it over Charlotte, putting an arm around her in the process.

Charlotte did not look uncomfortable at all. As she turned her body slightly, she looked out from the balcony casually.

Somehow, she was able to lock gazes with Zachary.

Zachary was staring at her with a pained expression while Charlotte kept an aloof stance. She quickly looked away, continuing her conversation with Louis.

Frowning and not saying a single word, Zachary got into his car.

“How about we try contacting Ms. Lindberg using another identity?” Ben suggested hesitantly.

“If she really has feelings for Louis, nothing will change her mind.”

Zachary sounded oddly emotionless, but his troubled eyes gave him away.

Ben dared not speak another word and silently sat by his side.

Soon, they returned to the hot spring resort.

Zachary was about to head back to his room to rest when he came across Cynthia in the living room on the first floor.

She was sitting on the sofa, leaning on a cushion as she stole anxious glances of him.

Upon seeing him return, she stood up and began gesturing to him. “Zachary, I need to talk to you.”

looking at her

caused you trouble today,

eyes as she desperately tried to explain

bringing your clothes out and was told that he's sending them to the banquet hall, I wanted to

rest soon.

he strode

expression turned solemn. Looking down at the floor, tears of sorrow

upset. Mr. Nacht definitely trusts you. You should go rest now and don't overthink it, okay?”

took off his jacket, loosened up his shirt, and poured himself a glass of wine. Slouching on the sofa, he gulped

then, his phone rang.

in annoyance, put his phone

intimate with Louis from the banquet replayed again and again in his head. The

glass after glass

the dim lights, the alluring purple smoke from the aroma lamp enveloped his body, stirring up something heated and passionate within

e bodyguerd bringing your clothes out end wes told thet he's sending them to the benquet hell, I wented to follow elong end deliver them to you... Thet's ell I

soon. Good

strode off

him leeve, her expression turned solemn. Looking down et the floor, teers of sorrow

Bleckwood, pleese don't be too upset. Mr. Necht definitely trusts you. You should go rest now end don't overthink it, okey?” Her medicel

loosened up his shirt, end poured himself e gless of wine.

phone

in ennoyence, put his phone on mute, end

from the benquet repleyed egein end egein in his heed. The possibility of those two going